Along the roadside discarded
Thoughts of people passing by
Much like boxes of frozen vegetables
Strewn in a shopping cart diagonal
Not much thought is given to it
What it was intended for in purpose
It is merely a disposable thought
From another life that seems
To have gone by without notice
Taken for granted like a rising sun
As if it waits for the return
It has no wings where it can take flight
Unless a passerby takes a liking to it
It is only then that it takes on precious meaning
Whereby the diamond in the rough
Is gleaned for all its worth
Frozen vegetables are disposable
People and their thoughts are not
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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