Toys
I came upon a windup toy.
He danced a jig to bring me joy
because I was feeling low.
My name is Pinocchio.
I'm no ordinary boy.
I told him I was made of wood,
He said that he understood.
The pleasure he could bring
radiated from a spring.
Soon, I was feeling good.
The sadness that his jig belies,
which I detected in his eyes,
was eased as friendship brings
a boy with puppet strings
in a plaything's disguise.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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