A teddy bear,
worn by years,
of child's play
and child's tears.

He lays, forlorn,
in the grass,
left alone,
for time to pass.

The rain pours down
on his solem face,
and snow softly covers
his laying place.

He's been forgotten;
unremembered, outgrown,
and now he silently
lays alone.

A chilly wind,
bitter and cold,
ruffles the fur,
cuddled of old.

And time goes on,
he lay alone,
no children's arms,
no place called home.

The teddy bear,
a child once cherished,
left alone in the cold,
to suffer and perish.