Toys

I was walking along
And I was walking alone
I saw a little boy
With a toy gun

And he was shooting
At the wind
But I swear he was shooting
At me too
In a way neither of us
Understood

And it's funny because
We shared a moment
Just a moment

So I shot back
With my finger in the air
And he played dead
The way
A seven-year-old boy would
I laughed slightly
And kept on my way

Thinking that one day
The boy's gun might be real

The way my fake phone
Became a cell phone
And my plastic register
Became my job

Reviews

[Anicca]

I often consider it strange that parents allow their small sons to play with pretend guns in the same way that they allow their daughters to dress up as nurses or play shop but I guess thats just the way things pan out.

It reminded me of the song 'Two Little Boys' by Rolf Harris for some strange reason.

I did like this very much and it made me think. Thanks for sharing.

[Richielee]

perfectly done and a great observational piece,top marks!

[Lily Mae]

I love the way you can take those moments and slam the messages into our hearts.. I could picture him and you and then the reality that we can turn the fake into truth.. Love it...!!!! xxx