I’m a bottle of coke, that’s been left to go flat,
I’ve been trampled all over, like a ‘Welcome’ doormat.
I’m the hole in the shoe, that’s completely worn out,
I’m the broken old toy, that’s forgotton about.
I’m the patch on your clothes, where the thread’s come undone,
I’m the part of the grass, dried out by the sun.
I’m the ice cube that melted, left in the tray,
the unsold item, that’s still on ebay.
I’m the rip in your jeans, where your keys have poked through,
I’m the library book, that is long overdue.