THE STORY OF THE OLD TOY

And so, as usual, the old toy, now useless, past, believed unable to surprise again, to entertain, is replaced again.
Not thrown away or left free to be the source of joy for anyone who wants.
No.
Left the corner.
A little out of affection, because after all they have been through a lot together, a little to have entertainment, however sincere in the event that the new toy breaks.
As already happened.
He watches and who knows what he's waiting for.
It was just laid there, the old man.
Think of the past years and the updates made, which in the end is not so obsolete, and strengthens itself.
He thinks that his only desire was to be the main source of joy.
Do you think that he would have been able, that he would have found the strength to become everything he needed.
Remember when it was like this.
He remembers when it was enough for him to look at him to make him smile.
He remembers when he was the one who had the place of honor in the bed, to bring affection and comfort in the dark of nights.
And he remembers the new little promises that were made to him, like the upcoming campground where it would take him.
Before the arrival of the new.
But not now.
Now it's in the corner.
Alone.
Forced to watch the scene.
Property.
In silence.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. prejila
    Jan 26, 2022 @ 11:50:31

    Wonderful post

    Reply

  2. Giannis Pit
    Jan 26, 2022 @ 18:34:42

    I love all the old toys. Forgotten in silence and in lonelyness. They have their own history, they have their own soul. Good night Fairy Queen.

    Reply

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