Kids are Grown – Grandkids Too,
Seems that’s What they Always Do.
Fate of Toys can Bring Tears,
Left behind from Younger Years.
Junk within Some Basement’s Grow,
Mine has Morphed – Sure and Slow.
Clean it Out – Procrastinate,
Need to Do it Will Abate.
Is this Something left Behind?
Disturbing item I did Find.
Where the Heck did Woody Go?
Now I really Want to Know!
Dumped in Box with Other Junk,
Surely put Him in a Funk.
Finally said – “This is It,”
Climbing Out and Going to Split.
Pulled out Of the Window Well,
To Fresh Air – This was Swell!
Maybe looking for a Wife,
Help him Make a Better Life.
Wherever Gone – I wish the Best,
Though one Thing needs Addressed.
If you see Him and Chitchat,
Tell Him that I have His Hat!