The forgotten things are here
And the forgotten things are there
All the forgotten things are everywhere
Up and down the street
Just beneath our feet
And floating through the air
Forgotten things do not feel jealousy
Or envy
Or rage
For the new and remembered
They just rest contented
At their ripe old age
For though you don't remember
Their impact was not small
You may not need them again
For you think their time is through
But forgotten things aren’t useless
For they feel brand new
You may think you’ve forgotten
But that is not quite true
For you had forgotten things
And forgotten things had you.



13 years old

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