The Old Toy Soldier
Aidan J. Shrowder
Aidan J. Shrowder
He was the new toy soldier
All shiny and neat
He was rare & unique
No other could compete
He was loved by all eyes
But to him, one mattered most
Only the toy player
The one who made him boast
But as time always moves
He was no longer new
The once great paint;
Now, only faded blue
The "old" toy soldier
Now always to wait
Hoping he will be sought
But, really, knows his fate
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