Life of a Lost Button

How sad that may be,
how he fell from the shirt's grip
and hit the carpet.

And now, not carried to be picked up,
but instead, stepped on.

How he's alone with gray,
and all he feels is pain.
How he feels he's been pushed around,
nothing looks like it did
when he was first placed.

How unusual a concept,
but I can relate to everything—
the lost button.

On the move,
being kicked from room to room,
never lifted to be used,
but being grounded into the carpet,
with the yarn taking hold of him,
sunk between
all the dirt and agony.

The life of a lost button.