Old Ideas (Poetry)

They were hopeful
                when they came here
but they never meant to stay
growing jaded by the hour
                they faded
                        peeled away ...

Too flimsy in their structure
                not determined or robust
catching cold on
                        lonely corners
they withered into dust

Some had limped
                        and others loitered
for a passing glimpse of fame
tiny ghosts in narrow margins
                all too indistinct
                                to name

Now they’ve gone
                        with bag and baggage
leaving litter like regret
time to sweep the street
                                of orphans
                words die easy
                                and forget …