Alone and abandoned
the toy soldiers lies
child after child, each one wanting only to play
the toy soldier lies deep in the mud
tears of children needing comfort soaked into the wood
until they wished to play with him yet again
until he is yet again dropped in the mud
only to be picked up by yet another pair of young hands
flying around, being tossed about
the toy soldier continued on strong
until his wood began to crack, allowing mud to seep
and the mud to seal
and the wood, to crack
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
