A Toy On The Shelf

I can't really recall how long I have been here. It has been quite a while. I spend every single day here on the shelf. I watch as all the other toys are cared for, played with, put to good use; I just sit and enjoy the view. I use to be a regular actually. David use to play with me alot. I remember how he would come home from school and rush into his room to get me for play time. That must have been two...maybe three years ago. Now, I just kind of sit here and rot. I guess I'm just not as good as I used to be.

I do remember they day he didn't rush into his room after school to get me though. It was a thursday. I heard his feet pounding on hardwood flooring, jetting down the hall. He busted open the door, jumping and laughing-a bright, merry type of laughing. I saw the box he had in his hand. Some sort of new toy. It was probably from a movie that had just come out at the time, or maybe from one of those cartoons that they play on saturday mornings. I remember him ripping open the box, throwing it on the ground as he smiled and clapped his hands. Yes, it was quite a nice toy, but I still thought he would come back for me some day.

Well, little did I know, that day would never come. He left me and moved on to different things. I should have known that would happen, but I think I just liked to believe that he would always be there...always be a friend to me. I gave him all the time, energy, care, and concern that I could have, but something new came along and he tossed me aside. I guess I entertained him for a little, then he needed something more new & improved, something more shiny. He hasn't played with me in years, probably never will again. I just wish I would have known