poem

Date:   2/22/2005 5:59:14 AM ( 19 y ago)

TOY

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I've never yet seen, One Single Boy-
who chooses to fix his broken-down toy.
Instead, he just smashes, (as long as he's able)
til all of the pieces lie strewn on the table.

We are the Same, together, (We Three)
you are the boy.. and the pieces are me.
& why fix the old, when there stands something new,
just there to be had.. ( for a buck-fifty /two? )

wondrous and sparkling, (with plenty of lights)
( a broken-down toy cannot hold such delights)
A few quarters more.. than the first one had cost;
& who gives a damn 'bout the toy that was tossed.?

He cannot imagine- (not one single use)
(that *toy* could have once been his *good-luck* muse)
He only considers THIS THOUGHT (nothing more)
of watching those pieces now fall to the floor.

He stops not to think, (he stops not to feel )
that each of those blows to the *TOY* are quite real..
He only considers the joy in his fist..
(of smashing down pieces, in small broken bits)

& when he is through; He stoops to retrieve..
His shiny NEW toy, (by the door as he leaves)
A few quarters more... (it's such a small cost)
But the Toy loved the boy.. (& that was the Loss)

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somewhere in life who knows?
Ami joi Benton




 

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