Where are the old toys of yesterday?
I wonder who takes tender care of them
now, remember when eyes sparkled
with joy, when you played hours with
toys that now are broken, trashed, or
put in a box somewhere for memory
sake.
Simple Indian, soldier, and cowboy
toys, so tattered they became, now
they lay buried, in the vault of time
what enjoyment, it was, to play with
them, even brought them to bed.
Paper dolls, they were so much
fun, cutting out their cloths carefully
wishing you had as many cloths as
they did, what a little girls delight
now they have become a something
that was once, a little girls joy.
Tinker toys, what angry surfaced
when falling apart before you finished
making what you were building
holes were not drilled properly
little arms, did not have strength
enough to push hard, that is when
daddy became a pushing tool.
What happened to our simple toys?
they were toys that brought sheer
happiness, little toys, but fun toys
that will never be forgotten from
the one's who spent hours playing
with them.
Now look! at the toy shelves!! What
do you see but a price tag, that
most will never spend, on something
made without feeling, batteries
for everything, and now where did
the simple life disappear too
ask yourself!! Have you ever
wondered how it would be to
live the simple life without all
these changes, that not only toys
have changed, we have, wishing
life was simple and rewarding
once again.
(Nothing remains the same, except the
universe and the world).
(We live, love, and pass away..
But nature continues on in grace)
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Where are the old toys of yesterday?
I wonder who takes tender care of them
now, remember when eyes sparkled
with joy, when you played hours with
toys that now are broken, trashed, or
put in a box somewhere for memory
sake.
Simple Indian, soldier, and cowboy
toys, so tattered they became, now
they lay buried, in the vault of time
what enjoyment, it was, to play with
them, even brought them to bed.
Paper dolls, they were so much
fun, cutting out their cloths carefully
wishing you had as many cloths as
they did, what a little girls delight
now they have become a something
that was once, a little girls joy.
Tinker toys, what angry surfaced
when falling apart before you finished
making what you were building
holes were not drilled properly
little arms, did not have strength
enough to push hard, that is when
daddy became a pushing tool.
What happened to our simple toys?
they were toys that brought sheer
happiness, little toys, but fun toys
that will never be forgotten from
the one's who spent hours playing
with them.
Now look! at the toy shelves!! What
do you see but a price tag, that
most will never spend, on something
made without feeling, batteries
for everything, and now where did
the simple life disappear too
ask yourself!! Have you ever
wondered how it would be to
live the simple life without all
these changes, that not only toys
have changed, we have, wishing
life was simple and rewarding
once again.
(Nothing remains the same, except the
universe and the world).
(We live, love, and pass away..
But nature continues on in grace)
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
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