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