day one hundred thirty-seven: i'm the toy.

theres an old toy

that you must give up

because if you do

your parents will provide

a nice shiny new one

and so you do

but as you go through life

with this new toy

suddenly something happens--

the toy breaks

and you just wish

with all your might

that you had that old toy

back again

because even though

it will never be the same

and even though it was old and worn out

that toy was comfortable

and easy to play with

it was your favorite

and there might not ever be another toy

just like that one

and the new ones might be shiny

but the old one had spunk...

something you cant really buy

or explain

but you keep telling yourself

even if you had that old moldy toy back

it wouldn't be the same

or as fun

as it was before

so buck up

smile

and let me go.