TOYS

It puzzled me as I passed by
The toys in the yard at the daycare, why

Not only many, but all
The toys were machines, only small

Dump trucks, fire trucks, buses, and cars
Even mini-traffic jams just like ours.

What are we silently screaming
By valuing just what is gleaming?

I thought our dream was that they would go far
And be all they could be, and not where we are.