they’ve never been
useful
one would say
they
serve
no
practical purpose
something
to throw away
when
your life becomes
preoccupied
with
particles of existence
or
the dust bunnies
under
your bed
i suspect
they’re
one in the same
neither
requires any level
of
pain
to toss into the bin
or
usher off
to goodwill
so
they’ll either be
scavenged
by
someone else
and
incorporated
into
a recycled vision
of
tomorrow
or
left
to
to gather
cobwebs
in
some
bargain basement
self-help
book
on
how to fulfill
your
dreams
There is a comment bubbling up but seems to burst before it surfaces. Caused by the wittiness of your poem and the fact that I am experiencing a Friday drained of energy from a very busy week.
There is a comment bubbling up but seems to burst before it surfaces. Caused by the wittiness of your poem and the fact that I am experiencing a Friday drained of energy from a very busy week.
well said!