Old Cookie

Old cookie, I just found you broken in the street

Stale and sour, but I can tell you used to be so sweet

Old cookie, I will hold you close so I can hear

You tell me your whole story, then I'll tell everybody

Just how you came to be so lost and so forgotten

So, people, please lend me your ears

Old cookie tells me it remembers bygone days

Frosted, fresh, and placed in the bakery display

Old cookie tells me that children came to stare

Then a nickel hit the counter and the cookie was handed over

To the mother of the lucky kid who thought he'd get to eat it then and there

Old cookie, Mother put you in a bag instead

The kid had just had lunch and was a wee bit overfed

Old cookie tumbled from the bag onto the ground

The mom, she did not notice that the bag was torn and open

Never thinking for a moment that the cookie she had purchased

Would drop and roll away on its own, never to be found

Old cookie rolled for a half a mile or more

Underneath a bus and into a department store

Up the escalator, then down the basement stairs

Back out into traffic, bouncing up onto the sidewalk

Getting trampled by the people who don't notice

Crumbling cookies shedding tears

Old cookie, you say that's the end of story time

I tell you that I would surely like you to be mine

Old cookie, please, won't you come home with me?

Not so I can eat you, but so that I can treat you to a

Place among the other lonely things I have collected

Just like you, who need a home and to be loved no matter how forlorn and crumbly

I will keep you safe and humbly adore

Unconditionally

Old cookie