Story of a Swing

I am a swing

Meant to bring

A Relaxing zing...

                                                   

But here I stay

Books scattered like hay

Holding 4 towels astray...

 

Pondering my purpose

Am I just a ruse!?  

Or swing meant to forever froze? 

 

I am what I was meant to be 

A safe haven for cream, books or towels, one two or three....