Unremembered

We pretty things
We broken dolls
We out grew favor
And wore out love

We are unremembered poppets
We are lost treasures
We have forgotten pleasures
Our luster has dulled with time

Where once you played
And loved, and kept us close
Now we lie in dust
Past our prime
Too new to be vintage
Too old to be cool

You may have forgotten
But by us, you are remembered

The Laughter of Birds

At dawn and at dusk
They laugh at us
They laugh at us as if to say
You strange un feathered birds
Why don't you just fly away?

And at midday
They sit from the trees
Watching and waiting
To see if we leave
They land on the fence posts
Coming close just to see

These strange un feathered birds
Why won't they leave?

For we in our boxes
Our gilded cages
Clipped of our wings
And chained to our things
Think not of the laughter of birds