Old Toys
Old toys now pile taking up space,
Discards now style an ugly trace.
Prized once before such unique things,
Bright joys galore in junk pile fling.
Once happy daze in cheery spoils,
Dark is the maze where play recoils.
Old toys seem lost in winds most strange,
Cause in crash cost now fade with change.
See the new ways exit old times,
Hurl fancy play in wavy chimes.
Gone without thought those old-time plots,
New drama slots a fickle lot.
Leon Enriquez
17 January 2016
Singapore
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