When she reached the adulthood and she forgets her childhood friend who accompanied her in the nursery road.
She becomes a mother and numberless new toys scatter around her child.
Saga of a sad toy continues and this old doll wants to join with the new dolls but she is very scared.
Her child plays with toy guns, helicopters, warships, armory and etc.
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Human cruelty is immeasurable, but human kindness should be as well. This frail soul deserves our love and compassion rather than our censure, I believe.Take care, Nimal. Regards, Sandra
Nimal, this poem shows how that which has real value is often discarded in the quest for consuming that which is new, new, new. A sad indictment of a sick society. lovely work. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx