A Sad Old Bear

My name is Edward T D Bear,
I’m fifty-five today.
The coat and hat of plaid I wear
is faded now to grey.

My old fawn body’s not the same
as what it used to be.
My matted, knotty, furry frame
is not so cute to see.

When I was young I lived so grand,
in shops with simple toys.
I was the toy most in demand,
enchanting girls and boys.

As time moved on, society
demanded better choice.
They brought in bears, not quite like me,
some even had a voice.

Fine dancing dolls and walking dogs,
then Barbie with her Ken,
athletic figures, leaping frogs -
my good life ended then.

My home is now an antique shop.
The owner doesn’t care
that people never, ever stop
to check out this old bear.

I dream that maybe one fine day
they’ll take away my pain,
and give me to some kids to play,
so I can live again.