How lovely is the tissue box
It holds within the untouched feathers
And once its use in life is fulfilled,
It is discarded, as it had no purpose
How comfortable are the tennis shoes
Made simply to protect our extremities
But one too many days and just as easily,
Is it pushed aside for a newer, younger brand
It would be a better end were I to remain
Just as they do when they are made
But as I was made, life made use of me
Just as the tissues catch the snot
Just as the shoes foot the work
And the fate of them is the same as I
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