MY TIN CAN TOY

When I was a little boy

An empty can was my favourite toy

I would tie it on a homemade rope

And drag it along the cobble stone road

One morning as I woke up

I found my can was stolen

I told my father to hurry up

As I heard my can rolling

Now that I am seventy years old

And I write this on my iPad

I am thinking

Who was that little boy

This can’t be the same world