Rizwan Saleem Poet Ballad

Discard

Discard

There is something in common 
Between the rubbish on the streets and me 
All these things were in use once 
And needed
A purpose, a role 
A designation too 
Some bought, some gifted 
Some passed on 
Then used, abused
Eventually cast away 
I can look and smile 
At their wasted stage now 
Some pieces of refuse still show signs of long lost glory 
And the splendor they could offer 
But now when deeds are done 
The cravings satiated 
These objects drift with the wind 
Trodden on by boots and shoes 
From one dirty corner to another 
Yes. There is so much in common 
Between this decay and I 
When I was needed
Loved, wanted and desired 
That I could not be lived without 
But things and people change with time 
Standing here I find my self 
Amongst new friends 
And we cry tears of the same size 
Laugh in recollections of days gone by
Hand in hand 
Suffer the pain together 
Of being discarded

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