Toys of The Innocents
There was a day when
"We" ruled the road with steel, rubber, and pink soda pops
To and fro, rain, mud, sun. From daybreak 'til light stops.
We were "their" thrill--our bodies of steel
Just lookin' for a black top for tires to peel.
Their purpose now fulfilled
Now they sit silent and still
Through with the spills, hills and hospital bills.
A mother's scream. A daddy's dream
And one step closer to a sibling team.
In dust, mire, skinned knees, flat tires and dog bites deep
My three dare-devils rode the wind sowing seeds of laughter to reap.
Three various ages, yells, screams, and innumerable rages
Somehow they knew that youth ne'er evolved in silken stages, but ended
in printed memories on Biblical pages.
Toys now still, having fulfilled their will
Angels with envious faces watched the three win endless races
Waving at friends, end over end, and wore true innocent faces.
Racing the unseen foe from dawn 'til dusky eve
Ne'er dreaming that they would outrun the "thief."
So now there they sit silent and still
Having satisfied dare-devils' thrill.
Slowly rusting in winds-a gusting
Three dare-devils dream of dream's gold dusting
Whilst "we" dwell of hills bested fierce and steep
And a grandpa's pride still bursting.
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