An Old Teddy Bear

As I sit within this closet without a single thing to do. I think about Molly, now college age, when she was two. I would leave these confines everyday. We would go to the yard and we would play. She was a friend of the utmost appeal. Words could not describe the joy I would feel. Those days are gone now and I sit in the dark. I know not of Molly, or of what she embarks. I try to think of the good times and the fun that we had. Not of this darkness and of what makes me sad. I do have one hope. One single last chance. With maybe a yardsale my life will enhance. If that day comes, I will say when I'm there. Here is a new beginning for this old Teddy Bear.