Toys-r-us

At the end of the day
Lime, purple, pink, brown

Might stack up or fall down
Like a castle of tacky toys

I kept because you asked me to
You’ve grown up, gone away

Yet you return like a migrating bird
Don’t get me wrong

We want you to come home
But we could use the room

Better to pass them on –
Your mind too preoccupied

To choose such things as toys
Do what you need to lead a life

Maybe I cannot let them go
Because I cannot let you go

Lime, purple, pink, brown
The plastic can’t break down

We cannot break down
Better to pass them on