Kent Holman - Toy Box

A Children's toy box,
a wooden soldier,
a block or two,
and a ball therein.

These are tresures
That a child holds dear.
A childhood of wonderment
In each toy that lies near.

As she gets older
The fantasies erode.
Life becomes real.
She follows a new road

Memories of the past are gone
Stored away in her mind
Ahead are new memories to create
New adventures to find

Dreams of another kind
Consume her limited time
And she waits for the day
When she has time to play

To let her imagination run wild
To be as free as a child

Kent Holman

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