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A Thousand Lilac Petals
And chapters of my life Quotes: Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
In that corner
Sunday, November 23, 2008, 11:29 AM
sits the abandoned bear

The boy carelessly tossed aside his old bear as he found his new toy.
A new shining robot.
The old bear no longer holds any appeal to him.
Now it sits quietly at the corner.
Silently crying.
Hoping that the boy will care enough to pick it up again one day.

The old bear used to be loved.
It was what the small boy hugged to sleep every night.
And brought with him everywhere.
The small boy never let it out of his sight for once.
This old bear grew up with the small boy.
And it loved the small boy just as much.

Now, the old bear lies abandoned in that lonely corner.
Dusty and dirty.
Its once glorious fur no longer shined for it has not been washed in a long time.
From the dark corner, the old bear looks on.
It sees the boy obsessed with his new prized possesion.
The old bear cries to itself every night.
Wondering why did the small boy abandoned it.
Maybe the old holds no appeal anymore.

The little girl spotted the abandoned bear in that dark corner.
She saw those sad eyes and knew that the old bear must have once be loved.
She reached for the old bear and pulled it out of the musky corner.
The small girl looked beyond the greyed fur and the oldness.
This was to be her only toy.
She would make up for the lost love.

The world is full of disparities.
Some rich; some poor.
Some children get a new toy every other day; others don't even have one.
Maybe that's why some people can afford to carelessly toss aside their once prized possession.
The thing they onced loved so much.
The thing that holds so much memories for them.
But how can an old bear compare to the lastest robot.
New, shiny, more expensive.
Yet, there are others who treasure things that people abandoned.
Like the little girl who picked up the old bear.
She'll treasure it for it was once loved.

Things come and go.
Naturally the new looks good.
But who knows that the old carries the sweetest memories.
And that familiar smell.

Old friends are like teddy bears.