Surviving on the fringes of civilization

My aura fades even as i speak

Lost , Forgotten and Abandoned

Not me,At any cost, its success which man seeks

Synonymous I've’ become with the ages past

Eroded is my identity beyond recognition

Followers of me are hard to find

Lost is my worth in man’s great age of reason

Once I was the prized possession

And envy of every man , small or great

Times have changed and so has man

Sealed they have their doomed fate