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.
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