I wish I knew little u
to be sitting at the table
stuffed bears all around
tea in my cup
all oxygen no hydrogen
and little u, with your pigtails
playing hostess to your playthings
much like U do now
to me, your frequent guest
But U have learned how to
hurt the ones that aren’t stuffed
with fluff
U smile in your party dress
dancing around the room
with one eye to the corner where
i sit waiting and wishing
For U to leave all the gentlemen to their conversations
And though I no longer want to attend to U
I’d be happy
in dull bliss
as a plaything for little u
Why do we forget the ones who once,
ReplyDeletemeant a whole little world for us.
Those little friends who were inanimate, yet animate,
who acted for our hearts delight.
True, if they had a heart, they would want back that little U.
well said!
ReplyDeletevery well said!!
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