Life As Toy Soldiers Poem by james watkin

Life As Toy Soldiers

Once from off our faces
Waned approval's glee
With play at pretending
Toys put away we.

This life! That of ourselves!
Sadly overdue.
A box, coffin-sized and shaped
To be dropped into.

Saturday, November 2, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life,sad
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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