My Object

Constantly sitting, slouched like an elderly man
Your black and orange stripes keep me warm in the night.
Watching and listening to my every move and stutter as I stumble on words,
Your precious black beady eyes stare back at me, telling me to calm myself before taking the next step.
Your smell brings back memories I may have forgotten.
You seem like an ordinary stuffed toy but you will bring more generations happiness and comfort in the times they need you.
Everyday you become wiser like you’re an old library book but soon to come there will be a day you will be missed once more.