When Stories are Forgotten…

I am a trinket

so tiny and small,

gathering dust

unnoticed by all.

At one time though,

I was honestly treasured.

My story caused smiles –

that’s how love is measured.

I realized long ago

my value lies in the tale.

Stories are lost,

memories set sail.

The one who loved me is gone

and I lost my stature –

no longer a treasure –

relegated to dust-catcher.

That’s the worst fate

for a trinket such as me

because the city dump

will be my final story.


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