The Puppet

The Puppet

A Poem by Mark Daniels

The puppet looks like it is dead,
but i assure you he's alive.
this puppet is the oldest puppet,
the oldest of its kind.
Made from solid cherry wood,
the best wood man can find.

He sits upon the lonely shelf,
his strings draped over the sides.
The painted little details that once made him stand out,
now are worn and chipped, he now feels left out.

He silently watched the world,
and sees hoe everything works.
The puppet sits and waits for his most glorious return.

© 2011 Mark Daniels


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Added on October 4, 2010
Last Updated on October 6, 2011

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Mark Daniels
Mark Daniels

44077, OH



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