a story.
the toymaker
they stood in a row,
beautiful girls and boys
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the toymaker stood back and was amazed
at what he had created, his lifes work
and he smiled at his accomplishments.
"my beautiful ones" he spoke in a tone
no higher than a whisper and the children
never heard, they only saw him sigh and wipe
a tear from his eye, overcome with emotion.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the shop opened and people flooded in,
it was the first day of the toymakers new life
the first step of coming out of his shell.
the people walked around his shop in a daze
amazed by his creations, some wept tears unseen
and some openly as memories are sometimes painful,
the toymaker watched but never made a sound, he knew the feeling.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the toymaker had a favorite, one he prized above all
a patron had taken her off the shelf and wanted her badly
the toymaker smiled and said, sorry but she is not for sale.
he took her from their hands and put her on the shelf, higher than
the others at the front of the store. soon he made a glass case to
protect her, and she was admired by many and many offered the toymaker
much for her, but he always said no.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the toys were proud to make their owner so happy,
they were also sad to leave when each plucked one
from their resting place upon the shelves, also crafted with love.
some when to exotic places, some cold, some bad, some good
few remebered their maker due to happy or sad times
but he remebered them all, but as memory wains, the toymaker
grew weaker and the crowds subsided, he became lonely again.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
soon the love of his store turned into the love for his prized doll,
and he soon tired of her beauty and the love everyone had for her
so he took her down from time to time and shoved her to the back of a shelf,
put another in her glass box and patrons searched the store for her,
seeking her beauty for their own and everytime someone tried to buy
her the toymaker smiled and said no and put her back in her glass box.
patrons grew tired of the toymaker and his stance on the best item in the store.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
he had not made another toy, nor had he really made any friends
in his grand effort to make people notice him, love him, cherish him.
so the toymaker gave up trying and began to pop down to the pub.
he was seen more often at the pub than his store, and it deteriorated
cobwebs grew and the toys cried, they had never known such coldness
but she stood above them all and assured them of his love, knowing he would
always come back. back to love, cherish and make them happy again.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
one night he came home from the pub and rested in his chair, enjoying
the warmth the night had brought him, when he heard rustling in the store
there was evil laughter and crashes, he knew what was happening.
children who had grown into adults had broken into the shop and began destroying it
the toymaker ran in with only his bare hands to meet clubs and iron.
they had taken her from her glass box and smashed her on the ground,
she was in six pieces on the ground, and his other toys had been broken beyond words.
they lay in pieces,
beautiful boys and girls
painted and imperfect, not ready for the world.
the toymaker scratched at his assailants and screamed for help, but met with
screams of eveil pleasure at his final demise, the beat him bloody and left
him curled on the floor; his jaw broken, clothes torn, heart bleeding.
when he was fighting one, thre had ganged up on him with a knife and cut him open
they did not know how deep the wound was when they left dancing into the night
the toymaker gathered all the pieces of all the toys he could get and every piece
of her, making sure she was all there, for she was his favorite.
he lay in pieces
the beautiful toymaker
bloodied and crying, never to see the world again
his tears ran feverishly down his cheeks, as he cried to his toys
his "beautiful ones", he begged for forgiveness but his sobs
were met in silence for they never spoke, never breathed, were never real.
but his favorite, knew it was exactly what he needed. and she lay broken in his arms
his tears falling on hers, she closed her eyes- not wanting to see him go
because she knew her beauty was not enough to heal these wounds. before he passed he
breathed a few words to his toys,
"i'm sorry i left you, im sorry you're broken, but i am broken myself and i cannot fix you"
with his last sigh, she heard him whisper "i love you" and knew that it was meant
for her, for she was the closest to him and knew him better than she knew herself-
which was all him anyway. she felt his soul fly and she watched it soar in the sky
touching stars on the way, as they welcomed him as he always wanted.
and she was happy.
they stood in a row,
beautiful girls and boys
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the toymaker stood back and was amazed
at what he had created, his lifes work
and he smiled at his accomplishments.
"my beautiful ones" he spoke in a tone
no higher than a whisper and the children
never heard, they only saw him sigh and wipe
a tear from his eye, overcome with emotion.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the shop opened and people flooded in,
it was the first day of the toymakers new life
the first step of coming out of his shell.
the people walked around his shop in a daze
amazed by his creations, some wept tears unseen
and some openly as memories are sometimes painful,
the toymaker watched but never made a sound, he knew the feeling.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the toymaker had a favorite, one he prized above all
a patron had taken her off the shelf and wanted her badly
the toymaker smiled and said, sorry but she is not for sale.
he took her from their hands and put her on the shelf, higher than
the others at the front of the store. soon he made a glass case to
protect her, and she was admired by many and many offered the toymaker
much for her, but he always said no.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
the toys were proud to make their owner so happy,
they were also sad to leave when each plucked one
from their resting place upon the shelves, also crafted with love.
some when to exotic places, some cold, some bad, some good
few remebered their maker due to happy or sad times
but he remebered them all, but as memory wains, the toymaker
grew weaker and the crowds subsided, he became lonely again.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
soon the love of his store turned into the love for his prized doll,
and he soon tired of her beauty and the love everyone had for her
so he took her down from time to time and shoved her to the back of a shelf,
put another in her glass box and patrons searched the store for her,
seeking her beauty for their own and everytime someone tried to buy
her the toymaker smiled and said no and put her back in her glass box.
patrons grew tired of the toymaker and his stance on the best item in the store.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
he had not made another toy, nor had he really made any friends
in his grand effort to make people notice him, love him, cherish him.
so the toymaker gave up trying and began to pop down to the pub.
he was seen more often at the pub than his store, and it deteriorated
cobwebs grew and the toys cried, they had never known such coldness
but she stood above them all and assured them of his love, knowing he would
always come back. back to love, cherish and make them happy again.
they stood in a row
beautiful boys and girls
painted and perfect, ready for the world.
one night he came home from the pub and rested in his chair, enjoying
the warmth the night had brought him, when he heard rustling in the store
there was evil laughter and crashes, he knew what was happening.
children who had grown into adults had broken into the shop and began destroying it
the toymaker ran in with only his bare hands to meet clubs and iron.
they had taken her from her glass box and smashed her on the ground,
she was in six pieces on the ground, and his other toys had been broken beyond words.
they lay in pieces,
beautiful boys and girls
painted and imperfect, not ready for the world.
the toymaker scratched at his assailants and screamed for help, but met with
screams of eveil pleasure at his final demise, the beat him bloody and left
him curled on the floor; his jaw broken, clothes torn, heart bleeding.
when he was fighting one, thre had ganged up on him with a knife and cut him open
they did not know how deep the wound was when they left dancing into the night
the toymaker gathered all the pieces of all the toys he could get and every piece
of her, making sure she was all there, for she was his favorite.
he lay in pieces
the beautiful toymaker
bloodied and crying, never to see the world again
his tears ran feverishly down his cheeks, as he cried to his toys
his "beautiful ones", he begged for forgiveness but his sobs
were met in silence for they never spoke, never breathed, were never real.
but his favorite, knew it was exactly what he needed. and she lay broken in his arms
his tears falling on hers, she closed her eyes- not wanting to see him go
because she knew her beauty was not enough to heal these wounds. before he passed he
breathed a few words to his toys,
"i'm sorry i left you, im sorry you're broken, but i am broken myself and i cannot fix you"
with his last sigh, she heard him whisper "i love you" and knew that it was meant
for her, for she was the closest to him and knew him better than she knew herself-
which was all him anyway. she felt his soul fly and she watched it soar in the sky
touching stars on the way, as they welcomed him as he always wanted.
and she was happy.