Mr Bear

It's eyes full of memories
with the years of neglect

Cuddling up for the first time
My aunt bought the golden bear with love
Made in China they all say
Oh No this bear was made in
Ko-re-a!

The honey golden bear, the last one left
was bought by my Aunt on that day-
the bear reminds me of her jet black eyes.
That always smiled with blazing white
but finally after that fateful day
I tossed that bear out of my way
and forgot the good memories that came
I listen to its whispers all
of happiness, regret and jealousy that never happened.

No wonder that bear haunts my dreams.