Life

Dark, cold, no light. The factory is dark
A bit of light, so much dust
Blocking the light
I’m about to fall….
I’m falling down….scared, fearful, afraid
Waiting to be packed
We’re packed happy, joyous
We’re in a truck now, how did I get here
I feel sad, no one has touched me
Waiting
Look this would be great for a hand to reach for me
I wonder what this kid is like.
Is he tall or short?
What type of hair do they have?
Waiting all day, wondering what they look like.
I wonder how good they are
I wonder who they are,
But I know what I am, I’m a basket ball.