Chains

Image: Pixabay

I’m still here. I don’t break easily, links are strong.

The rain and snow try to rust me thin, but I’m still here.

Children walk and jump and swing on me, and that really brightens me up. All the rusted iron dust doesn’t deter them.

I am steady, a constant in their otherwise changing world. I’ve been here before their birth and will remain long after their death.

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