The toy of my life

The magic is wearing, yet firm and strong.
It’s wasted away, yet fresh like a tart.
younger than ever, yet stayed for quite long.
An end of the rainbow, yet right by my heart.

As bright as the sun, yet cloudy and dim.
Been there forever, yet seen nearly never.
Has nothing inside, yet filled to the brim,
a constant siege, yet no danger wherever.

Fluffy and sweet, yet also quite bitter.
Beat and frayed, yet useless it’s not.
Rejected always, yet cherished, not litter.
This is my Duckie and I love him a lot.