fun isn't fun

i'm really just a little kid.
sitting at the small table
in my miniature chair
doing nothing of significance.
watching the real party go on
of laughter and grown-ups
and of sitting and talking.
the swings and slides are old
and too familiar to be fun.
so i sneak away and quiet down
thinking about what to do.
but since i can't talk like they do
with their foreign phrases
and their nonsense news
i just get back on the swing
and hope that one of them
will see me just long enough
to know that i want a push.