What am I ? Nothing but a simple toy, I get tossed a lot, dribbled and pat,
Everyday same routine when I’m of no use they put me in a corner, like a little dot,
Unlike this little golden figurine that everyone marvels at,
Everyone stares at it, as I sit and watch,
Up there where the light shines so bright,
The sunlight touches it golden skin and illuminate at your sight,
People awed with mouth open wide,
Give praises, softly caress and brushes its side,
Everyday I would sit and cry wishing I was that little golden figurine,
But I look at my smelly rubber body, so dirty and unadorned, not so masculine,
One day without knowing my owner danced like a careless child,
So caught up in the moment with her arms open wide,
She brushed the golden figurine and it crashed on the wall,
It was so unexpected she couldn’t break the fall,
That little figurine turned out to be not of pure gold,
It was so delicate, I was not told,
I thought it was strong and tough my senses lied,
Only to find out it was hollow inside,
So it was swept off the floor never to be seen again,
Off it went into the trash bin,
Here I am a little dirty rubber ball, but if they throw or toss me at the wall
I don’t need anything to break my fall,
I won’t break apart, I won’t get sacked,
Cause with my unique rubber skin I will simply bounce back.
