"Forgotten"

I forgot my umbrella,
And it started to rain.
It didn't really bother me though,
Because I was already soaked.
I forgot my shoes,
On the hottest day of the year.
There wasn't any pain however,
Because I was already burning up.
I forgot my coat,
And was caught in a snow storm.
I didn't freeze of course,
Because I was already as cold as ice.
Colder perhaps?
I guess it doesn't matter,
I've forgotten when it happened.
When we lock things away,
And try to keep them safe,
They gather dust.
We set them aside,
As not to allow any damage,
But what good are they forgotten?
A toy bear
Would rather be torn in battle
With the King of the Dragons,
Than left on the top shelf of a closet.
A beautiful doll
Would rather have her dress stained
During a tea party with the Queen of the Fields,
Than left in a glass case.
Nothing likes to be forgotten.
No matter how big or small,
Old or new it is.
No matter its color or shape.
Nothing likes to be forgotten.
Especially not me.

Copyright © 2006 Jarred Lee