375 (08.07.2015)

I'm sitting in a play park with the kids
It's one of the great pleasures in my life
A simple thing that no one yet forbids,
Just past the reach of austerity's knife.
A chance for me to be out of the house
A chance to forget all the bills and mess,
Although I miss my friend the little mouse
Who's there at night to hear as I confess.
But right now all is innocence and fun
Though I ignore the children and write this
Though soon I'll stop and play football and run
When they've grown up I know just what I'll miss.
So goodbye sonnet number three-seven-five,
Now let me play and feel that I'm alive.

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