The thing with old toys is
Once you grow 'up'
you look down on them
and then recall with a smile
days of play
and then after that's done -
reminiscing happy memories;
you think - how was my world ever so simple like that?
Or...how did my world end up being like it is today?....
The thing with old toys is that
At times you get new toys to play with
and then the old ones don't seem nearly as happening as they used to be
we love uncles and aunts who forever seem to be getting us new toys
There are times when a parent asks - you don't play with these ones anymore? shall i give it away?
And at times - you say yes! and go back to playing with new toys
But maybe later,
much later
Maybe during a silent moment
or when talking
you suddenly remember
and then you want it - that raggedy ol' toy
and go looking for it
but its nowhere to be found.
Memory is not an option either!
You have vague glimpses of your times together having fun
but all in all - you can't quite remember what the toy looked like.
Seems old toys finally have their revenge, one way or the other...
Or, are we fools condemned to reject an old friend in favor of new ones
Only to be bored by their passing craze.
And remain bereft of what was time-tested and true
The thing with old toys is that
No matter which attic or cardboard box you stow them away in
And no matter how much dust settles down on them
They're just as ready to play as ever, given a chance
And maybe you cannot evoke the same sense of joy that you once felt
But another child - that's a part of you, might unlock that secret switch in them
That makes all toys come alive
And makes play so engrossing
That's the thing with old toys.
They never change.
They never get changed.
They don't never get old you see....
Its just the players that keep changing.
From, time to time.
Once you grow 'up'
you look down on them
and then recall with a smile
days of play
and then after that's done -
reminiscing happy memories;
you think - how was my world ever so simple like that?
Or...how did my world end up being like it is today?....
The thing with old toys is that
At times you get new toys to play with
and then the old ones don't seem nearly as happening as they used to be
we love uncles and aunts who forever seem to be getting us new toys
There are times when a parent asks - you don't play with these ones anymore? shall i give it away?
And at times - you say yes! and go back to playing with new toys
But maybe later,
much later
Maybe during a silent moment
or when talking
you suddenly remember
and then you want it - that raggedy ol' toy
and go looking for it
but its nowhere to be found.
Memory is not an option either!
You have vague glimpses of your times together having fun
but all in all - you can't quite remember what the toy looked like.
Seems old toys finally have their revenge, one way or the other...
Or, are we fools condemned to reject an old friend in favor of new ones
Only to be bored by their passing craze.
And remain bereft of what was time-tested and true
The thing with old toys is that
No matter which attic or cardboard box you stow them away in
And no matter how much dust settles down on them
They're just as ready to play as ever, given a chance
And maybe you cannot evoke the same sense of joy that you once felt
But another child - that's a part of you, might unlock that secret switch in them
That makes all toys come alive
And makes play so engrossing
That's the thing with old toys.
They never change.
They never get changed.
They don't never get old you see....
Its just the players that keep changing.
From, time to time.
