On memories of a school playground

 

The building is gone,
long gone, now.

The memories remain,
the number of times I sat there,
wondering, why I had no friends.

My back turned to the playground.
Was my back turned to the possibilities, too?

It took years to learn,
to have a friend I had to be one. 

Thankfully, in Jr. High,
a group of friends helped me learn,
to be a friend so I could have friends.

Now life is a joy and I have learned this lesson,
and I share it now,
with my new friends.