It’s only just a little thing;
you’ll barely see it there
along the route of the parade,
the worse for wear and tear.
Not much at all to look at,
hardly worth a second thought;
besides, how much could it be worth,
it being still un-bought?
It’s not much more than nothing;
just some dust that blurs the lens.
It knows nothing worth knowing,
and has unimportant friends.
Just blink, and you may miss it there –
a microscopic speck,
that in its sad, short time achieves
not more than you’d expect.
It’s only just a little thing,
a mere blip on the screen;
but every day is built upon
the moments in between.
26 DEC 2016
