Cardboard Dreams
Amidst the glisten of toys
the confetti of nursery rhymes
play dates and toddler pools...
children prefer a cardboard box
that becomes a boat-
a magic flying machine-
a train
a place to ignite the mind and dream.
In short time the train runs low on steam
the boat is docked to a flock of demands
the magic flying machine sputters
in a cloud of graying tasks.
Must growing up burn imagination into ash.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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