Discarded

What be that there o're yonder tossed

withered and unfit

a pipe twas once employed to work

“pon yielded creek now quit

That value true was used of range

when thought left now amiss

and flipped aside without regard

for such a ruse as this

A person thought at measure erst

and ne'r more known of use

them put aside and disregard

alone to damaged wounds

And none to aid this castaway

no one attempts to see

for thrown afar this wayfair one

love's hurt meant to deceive

The bitter pain of promise lost

of that which might have seen

forgotten place in life's creekside

that never more shall glean

Now lost that one of gross neglect

for no one to attend

and never more a plan to use

discarded one again