A lonely toy
A dusty shelf
In a corner
By itself

Now-a-days
Not the same
Wind it up
Call its name

Cracking wood
Skin of dust
Needing oil
Breathing rust

Long ago
Sun to sun
Joking jester
Having fun

Children gone
Feeling sad
Lost for good
The thrill it had

To its mind
A plan was born
Play some music
Toot a horn

One by one
People came
Singing dancing
Called its name

From that day
Life was new
If it can dream
So, can you
Copyright © 2003 Delbert. H. Rhodes

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