Time will come
When even when wanted
They cannot see
Yet now
When they can see
They are cast away
Eager to forget
To hasten the inevitable
Impatient to wait
Like a crumpled receipt
Old worn out tire
Broken jar
As such is the way
Of foolish children
To their aged
But time will come
When they too
Are aged
And cast away
Surely will be for certain
Like the sun rising in the east
Cast away
Like a trash