Everything Old

Used like I was yesterdays garbage.

Left by the side of the road.

It seems rather funny now.

My I must be a large load.

I was obviously not good enough.

Like a worn out shoe.

I am what they didn’t want.

What everyone else threw.

And then you regret the loss.

There was effort and time put in.

You run out to the curb

Only to find they’ve taken your friend.

JUST LIKE BEFORE