A Children's toy box, <br />a wooden soldier, <br />a block or two, <br />and a ball therein. <br /> <br />These are tresures <br />That a child holds dear. <br />A childhood of wonderment <br />In each toy that lies near. <br /> <br />As she gets older <br />The fantasies erode. <br />Life becomes real. <br />She follows a new road <br /> <br />Memories of the past are gone <br />Stored away in her mind <br />Ahead are new memories to create <br />New adventures to find <br /> <br />Dreams of another kind <br />Consume her limited time <br />And she waits for the day <br />When she has time to play <br /> <br />To let her imagination run wild <br />To be as free as a child<br /><br />Kent Holman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toy-box-3/
