The old teddy
He has no friends
No friends has he.
He looks out at the children that play
From his attic window.
No dear child will ever know
That teddy is there.
The old teddy
He has no friends
No friends has he.
Cobwebs strung from head to toe.
He sadly cries
Dusty tears well from beady eyes.
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Turadh | poetry collection | completed
PoetryWe have all felt the rain fall on us at some point in our lives. But we are not alone and we can find sunlight between storms. Here is a collection of poems to show that even in moments of sadness, loss, or loneliness, there can still be comfort, ho...
