Life is like a cargo ship. <br />We are the passengers on board. <br />It reaches it's destination <br />On a foreign distant shore. <br /> <br />We travel then for many miles <br />From the cradle to the grave. <br />Sometimes we revel in freedom. <br />Other times we feel as slaves. <br /> <br />I remember loosing baby teeth, <br />Before I grew peach fuzz. <br />I had to shave at twelve years old, <br />Or sent home from school I was. <br /> <br />Today I tried to hit a ball. <br />With a bat I took a swing. <br />I threw my shoulder out of place. <br />That is a painful thing. <br /> <br />I never did things just half way. <br />I put my all into every job. <br />But now I am a bag of bones <br />And I feel just like a blob. <br /> <br />I believe this is a stage of life. <br />But I fight against the waves. <br />It's hard when your limitations, <br />Slow you down more every day. <br /> <br />I cried when I was just a boy <br />And found my favorite but broken toy. <br />That is exactly what I am now, <br />And this knowledge brings me no joy. <br /> <br />Can I please borrow some super glue <br />To make me as good as new? <br />I understand the Good Book says, <br />That's exactly what the Father will do! <br /> <br />Oh Lord there are children today <br />Who start their lives as broken toys. <br />Put in the hearts of everyone <br />New love for all girls and boys.<br /><br />Robert Edgar Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-toys-3/
