a little used novelty
a realized loss of need,
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
thrown to the curb as one might suggest,
when no longer do the same things mean anything
Instead we all manage to walk away,
afterward, when while survival is miles away,
we do overcome being