Smile on its broken face sticks forever
Child’s laughter echoes in its ear forever and here after
Dust settles around it like a chalk outline
Still it never seems to whine
Tiny black eyes can only stare at bottles of beer
Hoping someday it will be taken from here
Five dollars at Wal-mart on a shelf
“I’ll never let you go.” Is what he said
This thought always echoes in its cushioned head
Now it lies under the bed
Shiny brown fur now a ragged mess
And sadly he never kept to his promise I must confess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem