a brown toy bear

growing up

There once was a much loved toy.

A brown bear, perfect for a boy.

The brown bear watched his master.

Grow up, through joys and disasters.

The joys which the brown toy bear.

Would always share, and be there.

For the bear never left the lads side.

In the brown bears eyes was pride. 

The disasters, for there were many

Scraped knees, the loss of a favourite penny

The early death of a his mother, the bear

Never left the boy's side, he was always there

But as the boy grew older, more mature

No need for his bear, there was no cure

With pride the bear watched his master

Able to deal with his own joys and disasters

Now the much loved brown toy bear

Sat upon a dusty shelf, still there

Forgotten by the now young man

Who had left, to form his own clan

Author's Note

Reminds me of toy story