Old vs. New

Up on the shelf, brand new and all white,
the little girl looked with pure delight.
White and fluffy cute as can be,
this one was better than hers, she could see.
Clutching a bear, all tattered and torn,
compared to the new one, who's fur wasn't worn.
She wanted the new, but loved the old.
Which one to choose she was never told.
So she thought very hard, and let out a sigh
as she kissed the old and said goodbye.
Taking the new one she giggled and played,
until her new friend had started to fade.
It wasn't as soft, though it looked very fine.
She missed her old friend she had known for all time.
The old now lay cold in a gutter somewhere,
rain soaked and crying with no one to care.
Confused at the sudden lack of love,
missing the sweet girl's soft little hug.
Same as the old, the girl soon regrets
the loss of the friend she will never forget.
She cannot return to the place where it lay,
for the lack of courage and words to say.
So the New and the old continue to dance
while she's wishing she gave the old one a chance.
While playing outside with her brand new toy,
she wishes she had at least some joy.
I miss the old, she thinks on the lawn.
A little too late, for her friend is now gone.