Discarded 2
Just look
how quickly they have forgotten you
One day
No doubt they will forget me too
In the meantime
Having done our own little bit
To help
All those distressed and disturbed
We must remember,
Neither you
Nor I are Kennedy’s, a Gandhi or Mandela
No .. not even a Cohen, Shelley or a Keats
And whilst
There may be those who argue ..
Neither are we Hitler, Manson or Bin Laden
So we might just as well be sinners, you and me
Ha .. she say’s
In no time at all we shall each be forgotten,
Like a broken and discarded cup
Yet priceless …
Just as those
Several sheets of crumpled paper
Containing scribbled and disjointed words
Now overflow onto the hearth, are worthless …