On the Junkheap

Long before Nintendo or Atari were invented, At birthday time you bugged your folks and maybe they relented And added to your toys a game you’d coveted, I’d bet: A marvel made of solid wood, a real Nok-Hockey set! The game was table-sized, although you’d play it on the floor. No matter if you won or lost, you always wanted more. Your wooden stick hit wooden puck and aimed it like a rocket; The object was to sink it into your opponent’s pocket. It’s kind of retro now, I guess, or maybe just passé. It’s not the type of game that modern children like to play; And that is why the set I saw did not evoke a smile, ‘Cause there it was just sitting on a curbside junkheap pile. It’s sad to reminisce when all those remnants from the past Remind us how the years have disappeared so very fast; And all those things we valued once when we were young and brash, Just like that cool Nok-Hockey set, get thrown out with the trash.