Sticks

I thought my thing for sticks would be over by now It's such a kid thing you know Sword fights Cops and robbers The final touch on my sand castle Nowadays it's not very often that I get to play I just see things a different way No more shapes or forts This is a new game of sorts The cops are gone but the crook remains Thy rod and staff comfort me I'm not afraid of the pain These sticks provide, rescue and guide Me to deeper trust in you Sticks