Marbles and Textas

I have this fading memory,
Of playing marbles and textas,
It was a great amusement,
Improving the bond between siblings,

I can still hear the unique sound,
Of marbles rolling around on tables,
The smooth surface against the rough table,
Colliding against each other with a soft "clink",

This memory makes me alive,
We had innocence and free time,
But now time is gone,
Now the clock has broken,
And we have grown up,

The new era has arrived,
No more bonding sessions,
The colourful marbles greying,
This is now just a faded memory,
The games of marbles and textas gone,
But perhaps new memories will yet be made.