Poem by MwsR

Rug

The rug that sits at the front door
Could never change its job, not anymore.
It watched as people ran over it in search of something or for a place to go.
It knew it would never be really important, though.
It was kind of a place to stop and turn a key
Or a place for people to wipe off their feet.
When it rained the rain would fall onto it without hesitation
Why in the world was this its occupation?
Some days the sun would smile down as if to say “it’s okay”
But underneath there was dirt grinding it away.
No one really knows what this rug went through
And then one day, it was time for it to go, it was replaced with a rug that was new.
Discarded as if it never served a purpose or had a reason
Just used up and tossed out with the start of a new season.

If people could take a look down, take a notice
They would start to refocus.
Because life is to important not to notice everything
We need to feel and appreciate what all this one life can bring….