Taken

Year after year, season after season, month after month, I have been here, never moving not even an inch. I have been witness to many great things and also many horrible things, but all were worth witnessing and remembering. Not once have I held the abuse I receive against others, I am there when they need me and I thought that I always would be. But I've recently learned that I'm going to be taken away and I won't be there for everyone anymore, whether it's to cheer them up or if they were just lonely and needed a friend. But I will no longer be there when I am needed, my friends have everything they could to get me to stay, but nothing they did worked and by this time tomorrow I will be gone. Taken away to what will be my new home. I've heard it referred to as the junk yard, I hope I'll have friends there too. Friends who will swing on my swings until they feel like their stomachs are going to turn inside out. Friends who will run around and use my poles as a shield from their friends, in a game they refer to as tag. Also friends that will come to me when their sad, and they will sit down while I comfort them, gently rocking the swing back and forth in a soothing motion to console them. And friends who will come and share their moments of joy with me. But if I don't have these friends then I'm afraid that I will not last very long, for it is the love and joy from my friends that keeps me how I am and without it I will soon fade into nonexistence.

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