Worthless,
Absolutely worthless.
A grimy, old object;
No longer of use.
Without value,
It slides sown into a pit;
Through the grated covering,
Into the rain-water muck.
Then it sits there,
Waiting to be brought out;
Unaware of it's sentence,
Since it is not alive.
It waits,
For a familiar face;
Something it knows,
But that face will never come.
In time,
The thing, the object
Will become accustomed
To this murky underworld.
The object will adapt,
Forgetting it's past life,
And trading it in for a new one.
One to be spent in the gutters.
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