Lonely Mr. Paper

I live in aisle 3,
Of craft store Magee.
I open my eyes,
I think this is my day.
I’m watching all the other pieces of paper,
Go out to play.

Hour after hour,
Week after week.
All my friends are disappearing.
I am starting to get lonely,
I can’t believe I am the one and only.

A lady is walking past,
She is looking at me.
I start to jump up and down.
“YIPEE, YIPEE, YIPEE”
I can’t wait to go.

I am in the car,
Happy and free.
OH NO! She opened the window.
Swish, the breeze is carrying me away,
Out of the window and down to the bay.

I am all alone again,
Miles from happiness.
I am used to this,
It’s just like the shelf.
I guess I have to get used to myself for company.
Will I ever have a home to call my own?