In a land of misfit toys

In a land of misfit toys

I stand alone

but at first you would not think, for i am surrounded

but still i stand alone




my batteries ran out

my wind up jammed

my strings tangled

and while the world evolves around me

i stay still

never to feel again


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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