Feel for the lowly yoyo
Bouncing across a tennis court
Propelled by the racket’s action
Pulled back by the yoyo’s string
A word or a phrase would do him
To give him hope or loss
No matter which direction
He hears the racket’s ping
A lowly yoyo has no life
Made of wood and cloth
A string that breaks too easily
If action would only bring
A happy ending to the yoyo
That never asks for more
Then riding on the current
Of love’s golden wing
Take care of the lowly yoyo
Keep him close to your heart
Never forget the lowly yoyo
For true love he will sing
8/22/18
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Feel for the lowly yoyo
Bouncing across a tennis court
Propelled by the racket’s action
Pulled back by the yoyo’s string
A word or a phrase would do him
To give him hope or loss
No matter which direction
He hears the racket’s ping
A lowly yoyo has no life
Made of wood and cloth
A string that breaks too easily
If action would only bring
A happy ending to the yoyo
That never asks for more
Then riding on the current
Of love’s golden wing
Take care of the lowly yoyo
Keep him close to your heart
Never forget the lowly yoyo
For true love he will sing
8/22/18