SUMMERTIME RHYMES- # 31 “Discarded Teabag”

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“Discarded Teabag”

 

Being middle-aged feels a lot like being a discarded teabag.

Once full of so much potential to enrich the liquid of life.

Then you find yourself drained, squeezed, and placed on a plate.

The utmost of your potential has been transferred to another form.

Although, all of your flavor is not gone,

You have steeped long enough.

You are no longer in the liquid of life.

You cool to room temperature,

And if lucky,

Will squeech a little residual fluid out of yourself to stain an unwitting tablecloth.

Just to leave your mark, before being thrown into the trash.

 

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