sorry rambling on as usual

The puppet made of wood
Strong but not quite human
Boundaries locked by its strings
The puppet made of wood
Longs to be free
Dreams of walking on its own
The puppet made of wood
Hangs in the corner
Until needed
The puppet made of wood
Brings smiles
But only to others not to itself
The puppet made of wood
Has a broken leg
Grows old and gathers dust
The puppet made of wood
Lies in wait
Still longing to be free
The puppet made of wood
Now hidden in a box
Hidden from the world, itself
The puppet made of wood
Now begins to rot
No longer held by its master
The puppet made of wood
Lays lifeless
Turning into the dust from which it came

if the puppet could talk it would say FYF!!!!

It most likely would lol
(((Amber))))

on a more serious note though excellent write

if you say so
but ty Amber

I concur... I thought that this writing was great.
The type of writing that I normally aspire to do.
(and for something that doesn't rhyme)
that's saying alot.
This was in-depth, and more the worth reading/pondering.

ty

Chris....

VERY interesting

Hey Puffins

thanx for postin teddy

very nice

ty Vegas

(((( Chris ))))

I love your rambles,,,

Release the puppet from the box,, bring life back,, Hmmmmmmmm who knows what a new start can bring,,

thanks Mom
I wish it were that easy

I know,,, It takes time,,, and lots of tears shed,, yet it too shall pass,,,

I hope you're right

I'm a Mom and you know Mom is always right,,

Time will tell,,, Believe,,,

anytime sweetie