The Puppet

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  In a dark and lonely corner Sat a body made of wood Lifeless and cold Not realizing his own good. People laughed and scoffed at him Coz he was not work of art But every "harmless" laugh Tore away at his wooden heart. Befriended by no ...

 

In a dark and lonely corner

Sat a body made of wood

Lifeless and cold

Not realizing his own good.

People laughed and scoffed at him

Coz he was not work of art

But every "harmless" laugh

Tore away at his wooden heart.

Befriended by no one

He sat all alone

Needing to be needed

Not having a real home.

The jokes they say never got to him

Not once did he cry.

Always with a painted smile

And a twinkle in his eye...

 

But time passed

And, the Puppet grew old

And, you know that twinkle in his eye?

It was never quite so bold.

 

And people came

And people went

Always in their rush

Never taking notice

That The Puppet turned to dust.

 

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