Farewell To Childhood
by Sarah Adams

In the nursery down the hall
Thick silence fills the air
The toys stand ready on the shelves
But no young boy is there
He has his briefcase, suit and tie
He has no use for things
Like dragon tales and paper hats
And dust of pixie’s wings
The rocking-horse grows dusty
Look closer and you’ll trace
A slow parade of ashen tears
Upon his oaken face
He loved that little boy the best
And wonders how he’ll fare
When child-like innocence is lost
Replaced with work and care
And so the world cheers its new man
While tears fill wooden eyes
For where the world sees triumph
The rocking-horse, demise

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Poem Copyright © 2006 by Sarah Adams

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