If I were a toy,
Would I be loved by a child?
Treasured and cherished,
Adored all the while?
Shop shelves are full
Of ranks of us here
Identical in feature,
What draws attention near?
To be picked and escorted
To a child’s waiting arms
Hugged and told secrets
Of the Innocent’s charms.
A doll or a soldier
For a girl or a boy,
What gives more pleasure
To a child than a toy?
Our lives may be short-lived
As our owners grow older,
Other things hold more interest,
And we’re given the cold shoulder.
Forgotten and discarded,
We may be tossed in the bin,
Broken and crumpled,
Rot and decay soon set in.
But sometimes we’re lucky,
A new light shines on us all
We’re retrieved from the scrapheap
And taken down a dark hall
Into the work room
So cozy and quaint,
We soon learn the miracle
Of…