Mister Corey's Toy Shop
I am grateful to Mister Corey for showing me the beauty
of what it was to be a boy.
The toys he sold me taught lessons I needed
to become a man.
He saw some of the things I bought tended toward war.
Tanks and soldiers I played with constantly,
not noticing a potential future cost to society.
He would gently invite me to other parts of his store,
encouraging me to explore other ways to have fun
which did not involve a gun.
And somehow he knew my birthday was in September.
He knew that little boys were not aware
of the horror that war could be,
but were enamored of glory.
I remember...
Mister Corey was always very nice to me.
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