The Desk

The sad desk sits alone in the corner,

Waiting for someone to visit her.

She waits all night and day,

For someone to come her way.

She cries softly in some old books,

As she dreams of a day when she can be free.

The lonely desk counts the pens in her drawers,

To help her pass the lengthy hours,

Until her rescuer can come again.

Visitors come now and then,

But none stay very long.

They cannot bear to see her,

The sad desk in the corner.

She wishes to play,

But no one will stay all day.

So she just hides from it all,

In her lonely sad sad corner.

She wants to run and have lots of fun,

But she's broken and no one will fix her,

That lonely desk in the corner.


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