The fuzzy bear was lying there,
forgotten.
A gifted toy, once bringing joy,
rotten.
Because its memory caused pain.
Times were shared, his eyes repaired
when one time his owner got too rough.
Somewhere a child is crying and his life seems tough.

A frizzy kid took off the lid,
found.
The lonesome stranger, once in danger,
sound.
Because what once caused him to be perilled
was expelled by anothers love
spilled.