doll's dilemma - poem

somewhere there's a doll,
sitting on an upper shelf.
snowy with dust, of questionable quality,
but otherwise holding up well.

others, like her, sat up there.
though there was nothing for them to do,
but to sit, wait, and stare.

they were a ragtag crew,
some drawn on, headless, bit or chewed.
so sometimes they'd gather and sit,
to tell tales of what they've been through.

some have seen horrors beyond your years,
and some have seen wonders beyond your dreams.
but one thing is for certain;
the same story twice, you'll never hear.
and you might even grow a little wiser,
if you were to lend them an ear.