The Dusty Trinket

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Kicking Up Dust

I was a brand new toy

You played with,

Innocently

But played with

Excessively,

Till you got bored.

It was so sudden,

Never saw it coming.

 

And now I can barely see you,

Dust over my eyes

But what little I see of you,

Is so much more

Than you see of me — Never noticed,

Never more a part of your world.

 

I remember when it started

Coming apart,

Now I don't even get

That little from you, anymore -

To be covered in your dirty clothes.

Today, I'm relegated

To that spot you kicked me,

Accidentally,

But with finality.

You didn't even notice

I ended up under the dresser,

I ended up here.

So suddenly things changed,

So suddenly they can end..

 

I was a brand new toy

You played with,

Innocently

But played with

Excessively

Till you got bored

It was so sudden -

How we played,

How we played

Just the night before -

It was so sudden,

I never saw it coming.

 

Can I crawl out of here?

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Teytonon's picture

I hope you don’t mind..

I hope you don't mind

Don't wish to be rude

Have a comment on your poem

Which I hope you'll include

 

Your point is not lost

How it comes across

What you tried to impart

It touches my heart

 

This poem takes me back

When I was a child

A poor family, though money we'd lack

My mom and dad tried to see that I smiled

 

When I was a boy, it still brought me joy

When for my birthday, instead of a toy

A card saying 'You know our love for you is deeply-rooted 

Here are some batteries, toy not included'

 

lyrycsyntyme's picture

I never mind when you grace

I never mind when you grace my writing with a comment, my friend.

 

The love behind all things is what makes them meaningful. Thank you for sharing from your life, in your humor-laden style, as well.

J-9thxciv's picture

I have experienced a similar

I have experienced a similar situation.  It haunted me for years.  Your poem describes it very well.


J-9thxciv

lyrycsyntyme's picture

I hope it doesn't haunt you,

I hope it doesn't haunt you, anymore, my friend. Thank you for reading and sharing how The Dusty Trinket connects with you.

J-9thxciv's picture

Thank you for the reply.  It

Thank you for the reply.  It does not now haunt me; it ran out of steam in the mid-nineties.  But the poem definitely reminded me of its effects.  


J-9thxciv

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You're welcome - I"m glad to

You're welcome - I"m glad to hear that it's now long ago. Thank you, again, for sharing that with me.