gleeeefulandyoung.

The trashcan is old and forgotten,
ugly and ignored,
stained
battered
stashed and stored and
rusted and hidden until the moment is,
just right.
in the appropriate occasion
on appropriate lights
and dreaded while on display
these things, these things and ways.
how drearily close to being gleeful and young.

I think it is intriguing and resplendent,
yet misunderstood.
It's beaten state does not make it
any less useful,
or meaningful,
or or or or
beautiful.
This beat up thing has
seen so much
been kicked so many times
but there it is, sturdy and strong
and there to stay

kind of like being gleeful and young.

Though everyone sees
a negative thing
it could be lonely, and lovely inside and a wonderful thing.
It is the same as was, once bright and new
nothing has changed by age.
Though new facts such as that
have encased your mind
so rather then embrace, the bad you find
you suggest new paint, a new purpose, or face
and see things in a different way.

strikingly similar to being gleeful and young.