The young boy ran fast
The old man he quickly passed
Rushing to the place
With smiles on his face
Sits on the bench beneath the tree
Where the old man sits to see
All the children
In the playground.
Young boys don’t sit too long
Very soon he’s off and gone
Leaving empty space
The old man’s bench place
He watches the children play,
Nothing else to do today
But watch and listen
And to be a friend,
Where laughter merrily sings
From the see-saws, slides and swings,
Playtime is learning,
It time for sharing,
Having to deal with your peers,
A fun way to conquer