It must be hard being a stuffed bear.
Everyone expects you to just
Sit and stay
In the same place
Every. Single. Day.

Life can be fairly boring
Seeing the same sights,
Doing the same monotonous work.
But, on occasion, something happens
That shakes the little bear's world.

Maybe the master decides to move
Or he brings in another
That pushes the little bear farther
And farther back into the corner
Of shelf it is allowed.

And through it all,
The bear has to just ride the waves.
Has to just accept what is
And try to make the best of things-
Even when it almost kills the bear too.

But still the bear doesn't complain.
It breaks down the older it gets
And slowly feels forgotten
Sitting up there on that shelf
Gathering dust and debris.

One day the stuffed bear's master
Might throw the old ratty bear away
But it will always be remembered
As that cuddly, warm
Made-everything-better, Stuffed Bear.