Toasted Marshmallow

I've been in this bag for so long
Stuffed on a shelf and forgotten
By the time anyone finds me
They may find that I've gone rotten

I use to get so excited
When the cupboard door would open
But here I still sit on the shelf
The seal to my bag unbroken

One by one I watch my friends leave
The noodles were the first to go
Then the cereals and mixes
Oh my how I miss them all so

They were friends that I could count on
Spent time together everyday
Grew to understand and love them
Than poof they were taken away

Now again the door is opened
The hand we all know comes inside
Two chocolate bars are chosen
Two more friends in which I confide

Next thing I know I am airborn
As my bag is tossed through the air
I landed hard on a table
It was good to see my friends there

But my happiness was short lived
My friends were picked up, carried away
Then the hand ripped my bag open
Threw me with some sticks on a tray

Carried into a nice warm room
I thought this was my lucky day
Nestling my bed on some cushions
For a time the hand went away

Sleepy from unaccustomed warmth
Feeling pampered and very spoiled
I relaxed got comfortable
Unknowingly the hand toiled

Soon it was back picking me up
The other hand held a long stick
Feeling a jab a moment's pain
My life was over just that quick

I've found when you die in one life
That's when another one begins
I don't want you to weep for me
As I have finally found my friends





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