Forgotten

I have been used up and tossed aside
Place in a storage bin or on an old shelf
No one else will read what I write
I must be doing really well for myself

So what is to become of me?
I suppose I will never be published
It's awfully dirty and dusty
I guess all my words are a pile of rubbish

                Guess they were not good enough                 
Now they will never be heard
I know I showed it plenty of love
I'm just not good with a lot of words

I guess perhaps the fault is all my own
And maybe I did not try my absolute best
            I tried touching hearts with the seeds I've sewn            
I have lost my way along my life's quest

I don't mind if you want to criticize me
I don't care if you have a suggestion
I don't mind if you want to analyze me
I assure you there won't be any aggression

I don't want to be out here like the Bermuda Triangle
I don't want to be stuck on the Island of Misfit Toys
I don't want to be ripped or torn or even mangled
I want these words to be someone else's voice

I want to thank you for take your time to read it
Like an old piece of fruit; don't let it get rotten
If I missed something, please proofread it
Just don't let me or my words words be forgotten

    by:JWM
         6*6*23