THE FEELINGS OLD TOYS
Poetry by Patrick N. Kramer

A Spiritual And Inspirational Poem from All-Creatures.org

Oh how we are filled with great joy.
The joy felt only by an older toy.
Old and discarded we felt the other day.
Not anymore for a child with us does play.

Our paint is not as it was when it was new.
We had become old and a bit rusty it is true.
We’re old and un-wanted is how we thought.
No longer looked upon as before we were bought!

We knew there was much time left in us to play.
Still into an old shed were placed one day.
In an old shed to rust; with no children us to hold.
No longer wanted; in that shed left out in the cold.

How long we were there we can not say.
For in that shed very little light ever came our way.
There we remained with the dust that did accumulate.
No longer loved to rust away we believed was our fait.

Then it happened a stranger came to our shed door.
And soon in another place we were put on the floor.
Back out in the open and in the light of day.
We were hopeful again with a child we would play.

We hoped and prayed as only an old toy can do.
For we knew were nothing like when we were new.
And then an answer to our prayers came one day.
A man with children whom; with us again would play.