The Toys Of Yesterday

By V Charles S. Kinnison

It's hard to throw their toys away,
Despite the fact they're broken.
Each take me back to yesterday -
Each one a battered token
Of childhood fun upon the floor,
With Little Sis and Brother -
When he was nine, and she was four -
Glad days for me and Mother!

The dolls, the trains -- with which they played -
The little chair and table,
Long in the attic dust have laid -
Still prized by me and Mabel.
We ought to throw the stuff aside -
Instead of holding to it,
And I to do that thing have tried,
But somehow I can't do it.