MY Toys

I have instructed someone else,
To play with MY toys!

'Instructed?
Why don't you just give them your toys? '

I want it understood that they are mine...
When and IF I decide I want them back.

'Why 'those' toys? '

Gee...
I hadn't thought of it.
I guess the real reason is...
Those were the only toys they selected.
AND...
I now find that myself to be strange.
Because...
IF they had 'not' selected 'those' toys...
I would have given them away,
Anyway.

I hate to be intruded upon!
Especially by those making demands,
With high expectations.

Oh well...
My mind goes 'cuckoo' on me sometimes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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