As I seek from the leftovers to find inspiration,
I dug up my father's scraps
there, I saw his arrogance turned rusty
bloodstains on the exterior portraying pride
from the inheritance of wealth that soon corroded
cause contentment made him stagnant
and greed was the reason
how he was so far away from everybody's junk.
Then I saw my mother's,
worn out and only a tiny piece of left
out of the whole part
like how she always exhausts herself to fill the part
where my father was supposed to contribute
making her sacrifice the pieces
in order for us to have more
and forget that there was something missing.
As I gathered both,
contemplating of what to become from these heirlooms
I held dearly my mother's dreams and turned to a locket
while I place my father's dreams in my pocket for safe keeping
My mother represents love without bounds and to wear it
as an accessory to remind myself
not to repeat the same mistake
and let my father's scrap be in a place
where every time I reach the pocket of my memories
I'll randomly find his that tells me
with this missing piece
I am now the man who's dreams
I can pass on to my children
who will never find my scraps
as rusty as his
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC
As I seek from the leftovers to find inspiration,
I dug up my father's scraps
there, I saw his arrogance turned rusty
bloodstains on the exterior portraying pride
from the inheritance of wealth that soon corroded
cause contentment made him stagnant
and greed was the reason
how he was so far away from everybody's junk.
Then I saw my mother's,
worn out and only a tiny piece of left
out of the whole part
like how she always exhausts herself to fill the part
where my father was supposed to contribute
making her sacrifice the pieces
in order for us to have more
and forget that there was something missing.
As I gathered both,
contemplating of what to become from these heirlooms
I held dearly my mother's dreams and turned to a locket
while I place my father's dreams in my pocket for safe keeping
My mother represents love without bounds and to wear it
as an accessory to remind myself
not to repeat the same mistake
and let my father's scrap be in a place
where every time I reach the pocket of my memories
I'll randomly find his that tells me
with this missing piece
I am now the man who's dreams
I can pass on to my children
who will never find my scraps
as rusty as his
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