Old Park

May 8, 2013

I’m sad and alone I want people to be my friends again. I want them to ask for my help I want them to play with me again. Remembering how kids run from here to there How the women came for help, to lose weight. Now that they invent the videogames The boys don’t came to play, Or women to run again.

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becarmona3May 8, 2013

This poem was inspired by looking at the old park in front of my house that now is empty, compared to five years ago that a lot of child used to play there!