Loosely Based On

A possession

Once deemed valuable

Or so you said

But I’m beginning

To think that

I was second-rate,

Not worthy of

Your full attention.

A hand-me-down

Passed on from

The former and

Grabbed greedily

As if holes made

By the previous owner

Could be

Repaired easily.

But seeing as they

Couldn’t because there

Was more to it

Than was visible to you

You picked me up

And went looking

For how you could

Discard me.

You returned me

To your local Goodwill

And I was shoved

To the bottom of

The clearance bin.

Now no one sees value

In me because I’m

Worn and used up.  

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