Me Memoire Meuiller Poem by David Thomas

i was young,
full of laughter, oh!
the world was young!
Thus i grew
and yet still do i raise,
but these simply Divine
two hands.
have moved on from legos
to lives, but save a blink.
Let God be God yet,
do not label me so!
This world decrepit hath scorned
what little good man's nature
did not overpower.
Life was simpler...when
they were just legos,
and the only life of importance
was where my favorite
lego man would be. Yet too,
this world have taken him from me.
What ever now shall i do?
i will never build again.
Though maybe for one,
or maybe two.
lest life dropp the ball on one, or two
of the greatest surprises.