lying on the road
once so full of hope and vigor
now you're like a toad
no one cares while passing by
from whom or where you came
so much to see and places to go
we all share equal blame
So did they toss you out the door
your owner fast asleep
a victim of nasty prank
with smirks but not a peep
or were you laid on a car roof
then very much forgotten
and is your partner in a ditch
just smelling oh so rotten
Perhaps you rode a teenage bus
and someone made a dare
you whacked a team mate in the head
and then you wasn't there
or maybe on a bag you rode
placed careless on its top
and someone rushed across the street
and didn't hear you plop
I want to know I need to know
I care about your story
and even though your toes are black
I'm sure you had your glory
so bye now little white lonely sneaker
lying on the road
I think I see a glove out there
who needs its story told
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