We are the castoffs
The forgotten
The passé
Useful still
But no longer new
Scars of hard days
Long days of use
Worn heavy on us
Your former partners
Left to molder
Drawers our pockets
We see the new
And wait for it
To be beside us
Looking out
With envy
On a world passed by

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