The Box of Toys

The tiny tots, engaged in moments
With their cherished, wondrous toys –
Left to play by doting parents,
A spirited time for girls and boys.

His trucks and planes cris-cross the land,
While our hostess serves some tea,
A joyous party, oh so grand,
Both boy and girl’s friends carefree.

A doll house with spacious rooms,
This wife and mom must object
With aproned waist, as dinner looms
To a house unclean, one might expect.

Once, the boy’s possessions shared,
Or hoisted high above his head.
Sometimes, challenged youths were dared
To touch these toys, and perhaps be dead.

But now the kids are almost grown,
And their interests due to change;
This box of toys, we'll soon disown,
Shift to the attic, a room so strange...