The life of a toy is long
change of hands
to live more
I came willing to play
And got lost in the game
Nothing gives me more joy
That my puppet’s locks
Undress it and change its clothes
Talk as only can with a toy
The time ran out
Judging eyes reproach
My childish ways
No longer proper for my age
Trying hard to leave the child behind
But the infant refuses be left aside
Forced upon me years to be
The grown woman I must be
Think selfish of me
Trying to keep my beloved toy
When someone more
Could play without remorse
Perhaps another mistress
Will achieve turn
those wooden limbs
in flesh and bones
give my puppet a voice.
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