There's a teddy bear
Floating down the river,
Watching me with one button eye
As it crawls along the water,
Wet and lonely,
Cold, can't shiver--
Whose bear? Mine.
I put it there.
No one knows pain quite like the bear
'Cause the bear is the first to come
And last to go; drool and drills,
Tears and fire,
Tiny children's desires
Welled so deep in the bear, so taut
That nothing more can grow.
Nothing more than hopes and wishes,
None of them his own.
The bear didn't ask for money.
But the little boy did, and bought a mansion.
The bear didn't ask for fame.
But the little girl did, and now she's a vixen,
Tapping on TV in 9-inch heels
And the bear is still a bear.
No transformation. No dreams come true,
Because there are none left,
A vessel begging for eternal happiness,
And endless drifting.
That one dream, I obliged him.
He floated toward the waterfall
And seemed to wave goodbye,
As the last waterlogged paw finally
Sank.
Farewell, Mr. Bear.
May all your dreams come true.
Don't worry now,
You're safe under the sea.
No more dreams.
No more wishes.
Those aren't yours to fulfill.
I have my own. I'll be that millionaire,
That movie star, that officer,
That businesswoman,
On my own,
No magic button eye, you rest now, bear.
May all your dreams come true. |
Submission Name: Mr. Bear
