Kicked by the transient

Abandoned without a place
Overlooked, aged and decayed
Forgotten and Discarded

Like a child’s dead fish
Poured down the drain
once loved now not
Its place filled
No one notices the difference
Not a thought of bereavement

Kicked by the transient
Hidden by Filth
Ignored by choice

A child with its mother
Stumbles upon it
Mother says no
They’re moving on