looms so proudly over there
In the corner of dreams gone by,
Of youth and of my yesteryear
And most endearing play it stands,
A splendor to the eye.
Sumptuous secrets and wondrous walls
Does this menagerie hold,
Of happiness and childhood whims
Of lolly-pops and Popsicles
Of sacred thoughts untold.
of my childhood,
Of a quite oblivious retrieve,
The championship of timeless dolls
Give chance to great meanderings
Through the land of make-believe.
But now the simple thought proclaims
As I glance upon the toy,
Perhaps romance of play and dreams
Becomes the precious legacy
To another girl or boy.