Life's Toys
We are but children in the night,
And no one understands our cries.
The cries that hunger for the toy,
That time has taken and revised.
That toy was youth and now its gone.
We wasted years on foolish things.
And now we try to halt the years,
Too late too late for time has wings.
The toy is covered now with snow,
It shivers not with cold but years.
Our feeble hope is that tomorrow,
Death's new toys will shed our fears.
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