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I used to have a toy,
Boney he was called,
I used to think of him all the time,
Now, never at all,
I remember I would carry him everywhere,
And he used to have plastic glasses,
Until one fateful holiday,
When I didn’t notice them in the darkness,
They were crushed underfoot by a stranger,
And my dear Boney was lost,
A few short months later,
I used to have a friend called Braveheart,
He was imaginary,
A creation of a lonely girl,
Who never could be ordinary,
Back then I was desperate,
Wanting, needing a friend,
But then I found one, a real one,
Her presence meant I never thought of Braveheart again,
Then my mother asked about him years later,
She asked me where he went,
I told her he went to help another,
Another child, in desperate need of a friend,
I used to have a father,
Two, believe it or not,
But they didn’t want to face,
The burden of raising a tot,
One did a runner when I was young,
I don’t remember him,
The other wanted the perfect family,
I wasn’t even his kin,
So if your father is a good man,
Yet you refuse to recognise your luck,
Think of those less fortunate,
Who on their own father, they’ve given up,