I was once loved,

And hugged every day.

But everyone grew up,

And forgot how to play.

They kept me around,

Because I reminded them of youth.

But life kept going,

And revealed a different truth.

Money and power,

Replaced laughter and joy.

Your best friend could no longer be,

A big furry toy.

My Velcro hands gave out,

And my stuffing got old.

My limbs became floppy,

My eyes glazed and cold.

Then you tossed me out,

Into the rain.

But you couldn’t look at me,

Because of the pain.

I may be trash to you now,

But deep down you will see.

I will love you forever,

Because you were always me.

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