I have an old teddy friend, and his once bold colours have faded away.
But even though he's old and stuffed, I love my old teddy friend, and hold him close every day.
I talk to him when I'm sad. And his smile is always there. You could see it from a mile. And he makes everything fair.
I have long talks with him, and tell him all my deepest secrets. And if I
do something he thinks is wrong, he lets me learn and doesn't object.
If I have a problem, and just need some one to listen, I know he'll be there. I can just go to him.
I wonder if he'll always be with me, or if teddys go to heaven? But one thing I greatly know, is every one should have an old teddy friend.
