Globe

We bought our son a globe way back

When he was just a boy.

He loved to learn; we thought it would

Be something he’d enjoy.

 

He spun it ‘round from time to time

To find a certain place,

But it’s been years since anyone

Has moved it from its space.

 

Until today, when carefully

I took it from its shelf

And after wiping off the dust,

I spun it ‘round myself.

 

Some countries’ names are different now

From ones they one time had

But my grandkids might enjoy this globe

That once engrossed their dad.