BROKEN DREAMS

As Children bring their broken toys

with tears for us to mend.

I brought my broken dreams to god

because he was my friend

But instead of leaving him

in peace to work alone.

I hung around and tried to help

with ways that were my own

At last I snatched them back and cried

"How can you be so slow!"

"My child,"he said,"what could I do?

you never let them go."