azm Monday, July 30, 2007
A collection of teddy bears,
All neatly lined up.
There are those who have withstood the test of time;
They are the vintage ones.
No matter how long you've had them,
You still have this unexplainable affinity with them.
But one day,
One has a lil' mishap;
Your 'Tatty Bear'.
You try to mend it,
But it gets into a worse state,
A worse state as before.
So what do you do?
You put it aside,
At wits end.
You go ahead playing with your other vintage ones,
Your new teddy bears.
Yet, from time to time,
You wonder bout' your 'Tatty Bear'.
Not that the other vintage and new ones aren't as cuddly,
Or not as lovable as it.
You just miss it.
Years pass,
You chance upon your 'Tatty Bear'.
The same old one you put aside,
Still tattered and torn.
You pick it up,
With needle and thread,
And start to mend it.
With each stitch woven in,
You give yourself a smile,
Recollecting the times.
And when you're finally done,
You give it a lil' dust off,
And place it back to where it was.
Initially, you spend more time,
Playing with your newly-mended 'Tatty Bear',
Cos' it'd undoubtedly been loss time.
But you know that without the others,
The other teddy bears,
Playtime would never have been fun.