
wonund up for three score years
their springs are no longer his hopes and joys
add jealousies and fears
they move their eyes their lips this hands
they are marvelously dressed
yet in my body stares a stance
a plaything like the rest
oh won't you come and sit with me
beneath the starry sky
and with the good lords company
well play until we die
the toys are played when children crawl
worn-out and thrown away
why were they ever made at all
just watch them play