8/1/11

Children in a toy box,

Building what they can,

With wooden blocks and piled rocks,

And mounds of shifting sand.

An elephant, pretends the one,

The other plays a mule,

But neither one sees any fun,

Unless they set the rules.

And so they start to bicker,

The arguments begin,

The wood and stones start getting thrown,

In hopes that one will win.

And thus it ends, this playtime,

Benath dark, stormy skies,

Two babes who cry, blame, and deny,

With sand cast in their eyes.