A Passing Fad

Little Boy Who

The little toy doll was covered with dust
Tucked fast away in her night stand.
Who, during that year, was considered a must
To make Christmas a true toyland.

Time was when that Cabbage Patch lad was new
A fad she was eager to share,
In case that a child who she knew and loved
Would want it and lavish their care.

That day never came, as is often so true
With the fickle requests of the young,
So she put it away without giving a clue
And the price of her purchase unsung.

Now three decades later, the doll still awaits
For whatever that fate may decree
Vapid grin of a toy which was meant to bring joy
From a gift that was never to be.