Withered grass ghostlike human figure imprint on green field. - stock photo

And so, like a broken toy, you lay there abandoned.

You thought the days of youth and beauty would last forever

You built your playhouses in the sand

With no thoughts about the encroaching waves

And when those pretty little castles laid destroyed under your feet

You just built others and believed it would always be this way

The fellows,of your bright youth, would line up and admire all those pretty things you offered

But, sooner or later growing bored with superficial charms they moved on

Some grew up and learned to seek out more substantial prizes

Others toyed with one pretty little doll after another, until they like you, lay disillusioned, broken, old, and forgotten.


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