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"Life Is Like A Top" (by Joe DiMino)
The little boy loved tops
Because they spin;
As children
Out and in
A childs soul
Inclined to wind,
Twirl like a top,
Never running down
Always out to find;
Some more fancy
Came with cords
One brightly painted
He called the Lords;
Would have to bring
It back someday
When called home
For heavenly play;
Still and quiet,
Dizzy from delight,
They sat on a shelf
In the warm moonlight;
Planets and stars
Never sleep,
Always spin
Waiting for the boy
Again to begin
He rose each morning,
Growing with turns;
Paused in a single glance
One learns
The child now a poet
Began to dance
The planets and stars
Knowing well
Of romance
And late evening sighs
Become the music
Of infant cries
What a noisy collection!
Rooms with shelves
Fondly added;
Tops like elves
He now made
And gave away
Except for the one
He had to return
Soon for heavenly play
Life is a painted top,
He would say:
Pointing to a special shelf
at the end of day;
A child on his knee
This one is Aunt Nellys
And this, Cathylee,
And the others on the shelf
Also made just to be
Then pointing out the window
Into glitter-sky,
With a glistening tear
Hid from her eyes:
If ever sad and lonely
And wanting to flee
That one! See it!
Next to the real shinny one, God,
Its me
Ask and Ill speak to Him,
Get you spinning again
A happy top to see
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