They sit in the toy box, long abandoned
or they are hidden in the closet
broken arm or leg half-falling off,
victims of overuse or of long ago boredom.
They are often discarded, or to the lucky soul,
handed down to a new generation.
We see them as disposable,
for they are ours to use.
We love them, but not like
we love our dog.
Yet, they are tiny little works of art,
an expression of the heart of mankind
at any given time.
And so, to the girl who wants to preserve
its porcelain face and velvet dress,
You do that; it’s a piece of culture.
To the little boy who has many
adventures with the dirt-faced Hulk doll
and/or princess Leia with missing hand,
You do that; they’ve fueled your imagination.
All those little toys. Where are they now?
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