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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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'

 

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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.

S74rw4rd's picture

I have experienced a similar

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


Starward

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.

S74rw4rd'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.  


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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.