PickedOver (for Ty)

And once again

Once the excitement

Of the newness

Has worn off

Like a birthday bike

I lean against

The garage wall

Never taken out

For an adventure

Once shiny new

Now I’m old

Tarnished and rusty

Not even my

Bell sings but

Simply tinly taps

If only once

My streamers flew

I’d know what

Freedom is like

Why oh why

Am I passed

Over for something

Shiny and new

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