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Discarded and Forgotten

written by: Glen McKenzie

@justabitfurther

 

You held me tightly like we were lovers of old
I was part of you; you chose me
Days spent in the sunshine of our existence
Memories created
I did my part; you were all I ever wanted

You held me tightly like we were lovers of old
I was important; you told me so
Hours together in a rhythm of living
It all made sense
I did my part; you were all I ever wanted

You held me tightly like we were lovers of old
I was present; I never left
Something happened deep within you
I can see it now
I did my part; you were all I ever wanted

You held me tightly like we were lovers of old
What changed?; you once loved me
You stopped holding me like there was something wrong
I see it now
I did my part; you were all I ever wanted

You held me tightly like we were lovers of old
You tossed me away; discarded and forgotten
Like some street whore, you were done with
I should have seen it
I did my part; you were all I ever wanted

You held me tightly like we were lovers of old
I deserved better; a rusting garbage can
Discarded and forgotten - no
I have seen it
I did my part; I moved on

Glen McKenzie

Glen McKenzie

A +50-year-old(although very young at heart) hiker; canoe tripper; adventurer and outdoor enthusiast who enjoys craft beer.

Hiking, canoe tripping as well as other outdoor adventure activities, can be seen as a metaphor for living. Both are journey’s filled with scores of good and not so good steps. Highs and lows; successes and failures.

Over the years, have realized that spending time in the outdoors pursuing whatever type of outdoor activity you choose opens up a wonderful and life-changing array of lessons on living and ourselves if, we are willing to stop, observe and listen.

Come and join me.
Glen McKenzie

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