Classic Poem

My toys have lost their shiny paint;
They're funny things and out of style;
Their music rings a little faint;
Their costumes cause your toys to smile —
They've been so long behind the door,
Discarded by the romping years,
While business rolled about the floor
And banged among the blocks of cares.
But now I bring them out to show
How Daddy loved them long ago.

You see they are not broken quite,
Nor really bent beyond repair;
Indeed their glory touched with light
Seems just a little bit more fair;
For these were gallant toys and bold,
God-built to last beyond a day,
And as for really growing old
'Tis only tinsel wears away,
And Love keeps bright each little toy
Once cuddled by a Golden Boy.