You can learn a lot from boys By the way they use their toys; Some are selfish in their care, Never very glad to share Playthings with another boy; Seem to want to hoard their joy. And they hide away the drum For the days that never come; Hide the train of cars and skates, Keeping them from all their mates, And run all their boyhood through With their toys as good as new. Others gladly give and lend, Heedless that the tin may bend, Caring not that drum-heads break, Minding not that playmates take To themselves the joy that lies In the little birthday prize. And in homes that house such boys Always there are broken toys, Symbolizing moments glad That the youthful lives have had. There you'll never find a shelf Dedicated unto self. Toys are made for children's fun, Very frail and quickly done, And who keeps them long to view, Bright of paint and good as new, Robs himself and other boys Of their swiftly passing joys. So he looked upon a toy When our soldier was a boy; And somehow to-day we're glad That the tokens of our lad And the trinkets that we keep Are a broken, battered heap. Life itself is but a toy Filled with duty and with joy; Not too closely should we guard Our brief time from being scarred; Never high on musty shelves Should we hoard it for ourselves. It is something we should share In another's hour of care -- Something we should gladly give That another here may live; We should never live it through Keeping it as good as new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN PSALM 130 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE ARTIST TO HIS WIFE by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 44 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH LITTLE MATTIE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |