Toys And Life Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHIIAAJJKK LLFFAACCJJMM CCNNOOBBPQFF| You can learn a lot from boys | A |
| By the way they use their toys | A |
| Some are selfish in their care | B |
| Never very glad to share | B |
| Playthings with another boy | C |
| Seem to want to hoard their joy | C |
| And they hide away the drum | D |
| For the days that never come | D |
| Hide the train of cars and skates | E |
| Keeping them from all their mates | E |
| And run all their boyhood through | F |
| With their toys as good as new | F |
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| Others gladly give and lend | G |
| Heedless that the tin may bend | G |
| Caring not that drum heads break | H |
| Minding not that playmates take | H |
| To themselves the joy that lies | I |
| In the little birthday prize | I |
| And in homes that house such boys | A |
| Always there are broken toys | A |
| Symbolizing moments glad | J |
| That the youthful lives have had | J |
| There you'll never find a shelf | K |
| Dedicated unto self | K |
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| Toys are made for children's fun | L |
| Very frail and quickly done | L |
| And who keeps them long to view | F |
| Bright of paint and good as new | F |
| Robs himself and other boys | A |
| Of their swiftly passing joys | A |
| So he looked upon a toy | C |
| When our soldier was a boy | C |
| And somehow to day we're glad | J |
| That the tokens of our lad | J |
| And the trinkets that we keep | M |
| Are a broken battered heap | M |
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| Life itself is but a toy | C |
| Filled with duty and with joy | C |
| Not too closely should we guard | N |
| Our brief time from being scarred | N |
| Never high on musty shelves | O |
| Should we hoard it for ourselves | O |
| It is something we should share | B |
| In another's hour of care | B |
| Something we should gladly give | P |
| That another here may live | Q |
| We should never live it through | F |
| Keeping it as good as new | F |
Edgar Albert Guest
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