Lost Time

Years back, a boy stared through
The Frosted glass of a toy store
On a cold December day,
Till his mother pried him away
And to a house in the distant suburbs

His sight had fallen upon a rocking horse
Crafted of the finest redwood.
A glistening toy wonder
Unchallenged by anyother,
Except for the figures it wore as its price

The boy was lost in its beauty
For him, it became an oath
To call the marvel
For his own.
If he could but do nothing else...

Struggle he did, at every step of life.
From mill to factory, mine to office,
From five to ten,
A thousand to two,
Years it took him to earn his place.

Years hence, he stares at the same toy.
It seems now not for his pruny hands,
Too simple to plese his intellect,
It makes him realize even more
That time once lost can never be found.