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