Sandbox
Everybody's got a sandbox of their own.
It's a place, a little world that we call home.
When you come in you show respect,
You must always genuflect,
Or to the door you'll find you quickly will be shown.
For some reason we all think we must be king,
And we build ourselves a wide defensive ring
Allow few within our castle
People all are such a hassle,
We forget the joy that only they can bring.
"No man's an island," someone said out loud,
We were never meant to hide ourselves from crowds.
We were meant to live our lives
Beside the members of our tribes,
Alone a man goes stupid, vain and proud.
When we permit our sandbox world to be invaded,
When at the hands of others, our soil's tilled and spaded,
What a lonely king discovers
He has sisters. He has brothers
It's for love, his loneliness he's traded.
© 2020 by Tom King
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