I am wiggled from place,
Water rushes in a high speed chase,
The pebble is moved swiftly away,
Hurting and lacking face, I wish only to stay.
Plucked from what seemed so dark,
Rubbed between two fingers, removing all marks.
Set in beauty and saved by grace,
A prized possession, worn with ribbon and lace.
I am dropped from the height of glory days,
Forgotten and lonely from attention no one pays.
The jewel out of place and time,
To take the sunshine back, I would turn on a dime.
Found among cobwebs and dust on the floor,
Given unexpected worth as new love pours.
Expecting none, but given another chance,
With such appreciation I will do more than run, but dance.
Broken from years of use, worn from pain,
Existence seems as futile as a set stain.
The old and worthless has-been treasure,
Wanting nothing but to stand up to the measure.
Hand me a memory or give me a smile,
Pictures exist in your mind, so you will carve them in tile.
Forgetting not, the permanence of a thought,
Something of value that can not be found or bought.
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