The Discarded by Me

The Discarded
The discarded like so many heaps of rubbish.
They sit in categories of uselessness.
Once close to heart now disregarded or downgraded in use.
The piles are many. Too needy, Too demanding, Too annoying.
Not enough energy, Not enough coolness, Not enough realness.
Adding to the piles bring memories of the fun once shared.
The memories bring laughter or regret and the inevitable recount of the piles of refuse.
These are unusable forever, damned. Those could have a few uses still,
A couple may even be redeemed; their sentence to the land fill reprieved.
What mechanism triggers the mind to throw away this toy different only in brand?
Y is loving & sweet where the discarded brand X was clingy & demanding.
Stay the discarded piles!
Remember the reasons the heart grew close before throwing away.




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Listening to: Bon Jovi - Livin' on a Prayer
via FoxyTunes