I sit here all alone.
Forgotten,
Used.
I smell of hard work and perseverance,
Looking old and warn out.
Why did you forget about me?
You pass by me every day,
Without acknowledging my existence.
I was your favorite,
I was with you in times of Triumph and Failure.
Now I just am a piece of your past.
Not cared for,
After all I am just a yellow sock.
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