Donnerstag, 20. Dezember 2007

A Paper Bin (poem)

A Paper Bin

Once a thing is thrown in,
Poem, letter, every note,
It's lying there in our bin,
No matter what on it we wrote.

Ignored, forgotten and dismissed,
Treasury of nobles dreams,
Esteemed by the idealist,
Denied by others with all means.

Digging deep in our bin.
What's left in there of our youth?
Getting caught just looking in,
Just looking for a bit of truth.

Embarrassed turning 'way from it.
Reality is on the run.
Pursue ideals we omit.
The bin got them, left all undone.

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