Thrown Away

Tossed aside,

a little used novelty

forgotten pleasures,

a realized loss of need,

ill-sought satisfaction

a necessary acceptance

when the best is rather aged

we do forget about our reason.

I recall smiles, laughter and freedom

to imagine the world, the peak of our lives

I could present only linear visuals

all tossing our lives forward with a gradual love.

I remember then feeling

tossed away,

thrown to the curb as one might suggest,

when no longer do the same things mean anything

different.

Instead we all manage to walk away,

afterward, when while survival is miles away,

we do overcome being

thrown away.