James

It was still his favourite toy,

that robot with the flashing eyes,

a birthday present when he was only five.

He called it James,

he couldn’t say why.

He didn’t know a James

so he was pleased to be original.

There was a lever called a joystick

because it brought him joy

and gave him perfect control.

Back and forth, round in circles,

blinking and winking away.

He called all the shots.

Now he’s grown up,

almost nine

and James is feeling his age

(yes, of course he can feel)

so his movements are slower

and his lights less bright and sparkly.

Age has undermined his splendour,

it happens,

he knew it would.

The joystick is a bit wonky

so control is imperfect

but it doesn’t matter,

the joy is the same.

James is still James

and will be forever.

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