A Puppet's story

I was made,

for others to laugh,

to entertain and to be applause 

but others do not appreciate

the little acts I do

I cannot speak nor do I have a will to move

Unlike others,

I do not eat to survive,

I do not need air to live,

nor can I show my emotions.

I envy my master and our audience 

they laugh and speak,

to show their emotions

they age that are seen

by wrinkles on their skin.

and the thing that I envy the most;

they move on their own,

I have strings on each part of me,

but i need someone to make me move,

or it's useless for me, as time pass

I will be thrown, replace or even broken

no one will remember

the acts I did

My master is gone, 

and my strings are gone

every part of me is broken

no one to make me move.

Now I'm on my own...

As I was laying 

where my master had left me 

I can clearly see

the sunset 

and decide for me to rest,

since I have accomplished

my duties,

the laughs and joy of humans, 

Are the biggest things 

that a puppet like me

can attain on this 

lifeless body that I have.