In 3 weeks time it will be over, another Christmas done and dusted. In 4 weeks the toys bought for the all the children will either be discarded or broken. Its nothing new I guess its always been like that. I used to love the faces of my children when they opened their presents on Christmas morning, Christmas is a great time for kids. I still enjoy it and still get very excited not least that I will get a few gifts but also I get some time off work to spend with my family. I could not think of anything better.
Toy?... by TIM YOUNG
I sat on the shelf waiting
for a hungry hand to snatch me up
I saw the shelves empty around me
I wondered
I waited
The coloured lights
flash in the window
Its that time of year again.
I wait.
Then it happened
a hand reached out
grabbed me
I was examined
I felt precious
I was placed in a basket and paid for
My waiting was over.
I arrived home a few hours later
placed in a special place and I waited
The house was busy
bustling
lights flashing
music playing
then when it was all over
I knew my time was coming
I hand reach out and used a part of me
That part was swallowed with water.
The poor soul bleary eyed went back to bed.
Every body needs sometime
for the morning after headache.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
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About Me
- Tim Young
- nottingham, United Kingdom
- I'm TIM 47 from England, married to Wendy for 28 years
1 comment:
A really nice point of view from the "other side".I loved the idea and the poem.Nicely written too.I'd written a poem about waiting many years back.I'll blog it, as soon as I get time to key it in.
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