Castaways Castaways, worth less than dirt Discarded, never again to be pert Torn from the tapestry of style Thrown onto the giant trash pile Leftovers, left for another day Junk or treasure, I won’t say Who’ll take the rightful measure Useless refuse, or maybe a treasure Most of our lives are cast away We even forget how to play Don’t cast away your youth Forsooth, don’t lose the truth Cast away most, but save the best Your castaways should be put to the test Are you really done with that Or do you need, that welcome mat LeBuert 2012 |