The teddy bear lies on the floor,

A discarded reminder of childhoods past

His fur grimy, streaked with dust

And blank eyes staring in lonely dismay

Limp paws longing for a child's touch

And the warmth of friendly cuddles.

He lies there sadly, a yearning

Bundle of smouldering hope,

For one day, perhaps not far away,

He may be picked up, brushed off

And placed back in his place

A happy bear at the head of the bed.