Toys Poem by Aram Stefanian

While being a kid, I had
The same recurring dream
About the empty city
Where I walked all alone

Trying hopelessly to find
One living soul
And I had cold feet
After seeing my favorite toys

In the stores, but had
No friend to play with
After I woke up in cold
Sweat, I rushed to my

Grandma, wishing to
Be hugged and kissed
And since then I
Haven't found the

Same warmth as I
Felt before and have to
Suffer from the chilling
Frost of the misused toys