Sand Man

I saw it sitting on a shelf,
just waiting for someone like myself.
We stared at each other for some time
until my mum’s call chimed
she said "what are you looking at?"
I pointed to where it sat.
I picked it up and it felt rough,
Bumps and edges but still tough.
This was five years ago;
It is still not stained or yellow
I have it to this day,
one of the first things that I played