Love For A Toy

I was once asked when I was a little boy If I had ever loved? And, yes I did for a little toy, I wanted it so much, and to buy it I tried and tried But, I never had enough money so I cried and cried, So, I waited impatiently for my birthday to come Hoping my parents would buy it with their own income, I dreamt for that toy that I loved every day and night My dreams were full of excitement and also delight, On my fingers and toes I would countdown to my birthday And every night before bed for that toy I would pray, My birthday finally arrived and my parents gave me their present I unwrapped my gift eagerly with urgency to see its content, Finally in my hands was the toy that I had so desired I was now holding my toy, my love that I had longingly admired, Happily I played with my new toy from sunset until early dawn But, then I got bored with it, my aspiration for it was quickly gone, I once was in love when I was a boy, not with a toy, but a dream When that dream became a reality, it wasn't what it had seemed. Randy L. McClave