Upon the shelf sat my old Teddy Bear <br />looking quite sad and in need of repair. <br />He never had a name, I just called him Ted <br />him with one eye and no ears on his head. <br />When we were young and in our prime <br />we really did have a good time. <br />We would play at schools and I would teach <br />him to read, or we would go on a picnic and <br />have a good feed. <br />When it was time for bed I would sing him a song. <br />Then in the morning I would kiss him fo keeping <br />me warm all night long. <br />In my satchel he liked to be carried to school; <br />although it was forbidden we disobeyed the rule. <br />I kept old Ted out of sight, because one hundred <br />lines I would have to write. <br />Old Ted he had a great deal of pride <br />It never seemed to worry him when he started <br />losing his inside. <br />I gave him a pill because he looked so ill, <br />yet still he got thinner and thinner. <br />He sat on the shelve with his head drooped low <br />I just knew he had to go. <br />I placed him in a box and buried him deep <br />and all I could was weep. <br />Tears fell like rain from the sky and I always <br />ask myself why. <br />I loved old Ted my partner in crime, perhaps I will <br />meet him again SOMETIME.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ageing-teddy-bear/
