The Plot

Life was good and enjoyable .

The days were kind and the months were mild

I played with dolls made of clay

Which breathed in my hands night and day?

Now middle-aged and in my prime

I watch the children rock and rhyme

The steps unsure, their songs quite strange

Living their lives beyond our range

Their toys are guns from another land

Rat-a-tat of a plundering band

Shootings 'em down as is done in films

Coming from the seas in rolls and reams

The world is upside down like the bat of night

Waiting for the hands to set it right