The Pull Toy
A.E. Stallings
Author Biography
The Pull Toy
Following where you led:
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Nodding its wooden head.
Wagging a tail on spring,
Its wheels gearing lackety-clack,
Dogging your heels the length of the house,
Though seldom you glance back.
It didn't mind being dragged
When it toppled on its side
Scrapping its coat of primary colors:
Loves has no pride
But now that you run and climb
And leap, it has no hope
Of keeping up, so it sits, hunched
At the end of its short rope
And dreams of a rummage sale
Where it's snapped up for a song,
And of somebody-somebody just like you
Stringing it along.
Some of the key things in this poem is that as you get older you tend to change things to do and change things you like. Also in stanza four it talks about having no hope for it to be played with anymore. The title of this poems means, once you get passed the literal meaning, is that it can never move how it wants and that it will always be following somebody of something.