When I was just a little child-A poem

in #life7 years ago

When I was just a little child
The days were kind,the months were mild

I played with dolls made of clay
Which breathed in my hands night and day

Now middle-aged and in my prime
I watch the children rock and rhyme

The steps unsure,their songs quite strange
Living their lives beyond our range

Their toys are guns from another land
Rat-a-tat of a plundering band

Shooting the down as is done in the films
Coming from the seas in rolls and reams

The world is upside down like a bat of night
Waiting for the hands to set it right.

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