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.