You wait patiently for them
To pull on those limp strings
Make you dance, sing, laugh
Just as they had before.

When you were new shiny
Your paint glossy and bright,
Infectous grinning eyes and
Cheerful wooden chatter.

They played with you daily
For their entertainment,
softened heart with attention
You performed on cue.

Left used and forgotten
Slumped in a dusty corner
Paint chipped and frowning,
Strings tangled with confusion.

Just a puppet, nothing more
They took your voice , dance
and soul, Without them
A dented lost old toy.