Forgotten

The toy sits silent
trapped in a box
inside a cupboard

no one wants it
used once and now discarded
that expensive part was lost,
and costing too much to replace
it was deemed better not to use it

anyway it wasn’t human
it couldn’t talk, couldn’t walk
without someone pushing its buttons
it was useless, junk
trapped in its molded ways,
it sits, limp, dusty
if it were metal it would be rusty

instead it just waits for a saviour
who will wake it from dreary slumber
put new batteries in, replace whats gone
and get it working again.


 
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