Like hand me
Downs that are
Thread bare and
Worn it’s clear
To me that
You’ve outgrown me
Now like a
Pair of skates
Or your dog
I wait patiently
In the mud
Room for that
One simple chance
That we might
Play and bark
And ooo and
Ahh again to
At last feel
The wind and
Smell the breezes
But alas we
Won’t you won’t
And neither will
I because something
Prettier newer less
Clunky has caught
Your eye but
Don’t forget where
You put me
There in your
Oh so very
Young cherished memories
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 