My toys do that, it's true.

Each one staring with lifeless eyes at anything that passes by,

That is what my toys do.

I used to use them everyday, never growing tired of play,

My toys wish I could be young again, they do.

They had characters, they had life, they loved and were loved,

They wish to be loved again, my toys wish that, it's true.

They had sparks in their dull eyes, life inside their fluff,

Now they are dead, that's what my toys are, it's true.

Someday I will pick them up, and give themlife for a minute or two,

And they will love all the more for it, for that is what toys do.

Pictures in the Clouds

Clouds hold many things. Fairies, dragons, horses with wings. When I was young I used to watch them fly by, And pictures appeared in my mind's eye. Now the pictures are hard to find. I can not see them in my mind. My loss of youth is determind by, My seeing pictues in clouds, my youth has died.