Early on in my life, my teeth came in,

Only anew, they gleamed as they were pried out brand-new.

Abandoned without my bite, my reason, and my pith, they took everything, even my skin.

In my moments of lowth, I was reaped from completely, in times of drought, yield, and now my new growth.

I never did notice those new teeth that came in, they were never bright as before,

But I still clung onto them in spite… or the hope that there would be some more.