from the high shelf
of a dainty toy store
the pretty doll looks on
as kids of all ages
smile and play and take home
their new playmates
friends, even best friends for life
( or until they overgrow them)
but that’s all she does
she would sigh if she could
oh! how times have changed
she thinks as she waits
once a rare treasure
now she is just another toy
in mass-production
left to wait an eternity
and watch-on from
the high shelf of a dainty toy store.
(no, I did not write this while watching toy story)
I like the repetition and the wistfulness of this poem.
Profound . The doll compared to people. When we have served our purpose to others then we are discarded and ” shelved”