Laying in the box and waiting
For the little fingers to touch
Its been a very long time that
They've not been used much
Every day with a new hope
They refresh their vivid hue
But once more their smile fades
As they realize their dream's aren't true
Looking for someone to notice
Their pain and sorrow
At least someone will come
And use them tomorrow
The longing for a touch
Has not cost them much
But as the days passes by
They also begin to die...
Author:- Anonymous
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