Poem - "Upstairs" by Carl Sandburg

"Upstairs" 
by Carl Sandburg


I TOO have a garret of old playthings.

I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.
I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.
I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern.
And dust is on them and I never look at them upstairs.
I too have a garret of old playthings.