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A Toy Sits Still
by Robert Beau

Each day the toy would sit on that floor so bare
It always wondered did anyone really care
The dust would settle and it would sometimes get thrown around
No one could hear its cry of loneliness , for it made no such sound
There were those days when the children would all come and play
It never felt discarded, each child had something to say
One day, it found itself being thrown into a box
There were many other toys including a dirty tawdry brown fox
Just then someone came and took the box away
They moved it to the front yard that sunny autumn day
Was the toy to become trash and never play again
Where did all the children go, don't they remember when
Soon many people came and the toys were tossed about
Suddenly a young child came and gave a gleeful shout
May I please take this toy to join us in our home
Now as the toy was held by the child, it no longer felt alone
The child took the toy and kept it close to him that day
The toy could sense that now he'd have a loving home to stay
The child rushed up to the stairs and shouted for all to come look and see
I have something special, a gift for you and me
All the children in the orphanage rushed to see the toy
There was only love and warmth expressed in tears of joy
You see this toy was a puppet that had so much to give
As if by special magic, it had a new life to live
Every old toy you have, may provide a special glow
Think of the children who have no place to go
If you can add one more smile upon a child's face
Then see if you can bring a toy to such a special place
Even in times of bounty there will always be a need
It is not price of the gift itself as much as the good deed