I too have a garret of old playthings. <br />I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs. <br />I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs. <br />I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern. <br />And dust is on them and I never look at them upstairs. <br />I too have a garret of old playthings.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upstairs/
