Toy soldier,
with all your building blocks,
wandering around your destruction,
all those scary toys in that empty mental box.
Toy soldier,
fighting that.curious battle,
always with your lips moving ,
always speaking such prattle.
Handle him with kid gloves.
Remember his fragile self esteem.
He is a heartbreaker, so many discarded loves.
No rule good enough to hold him down.
No rule good enough for him to obey.
Toy soldier,
burden on his shoulder.
(I would slap you across the face if I was a different man.)
In another time and place you would never be as tough as you think you are.
Such a fine young prince,
such a fine young man,
all ego and bravado,
all puff and no plan,
no one else like you before or since.
Such a fine young prince,
no one like him before or since,
all bravado and big shot plans,
smiling mug for all his adolescent fans.
Every move you make,
every expression you have,
(If I was a different man I would smack them off your face.)
All your motivations and this sincere belief in yiurself.
(He fails to understand it is only a relection.)
T. S. Deary
3/19/21
Pictures Assembled From Memory 