What’s become of pushed asides?
Where underneath the dust it lies
Our shelves we fill with what now bores
Yet once was all our heart’s adored
Where does our affection rest?
For all these things we now detest
Did it dissipate, so suddenly?
Or slowly seep through cracks unseen?
When we discard our old toys
All those things we once enjoyed
And simultaneously replace
So as to have no vacant space
We rarely reach or realize
We’re underneath the dusty lies
Far too preoccupied to find
What’s become of pushed asides