A little pink clad porcelain doll
sits in her place upon the shelf.
Amid teddy bears she seems small,
so lonely sitting there by herself.
Time has worn her delicate face;
her dress is yellowed with dust,
edged with torn and tattered lace.
Her little locket covered with rust.
Once too delicate to use for play;
has been outgrown many years ago
Left on the shelf just for display;
a symbol of how fast time does go.
