Usefulness

Reflective poem on the titled subject

The can I kick has a hollow sound
Its silver flesh reflects the boot dents

The sliced cling peaches 
Which once populated its interior
Are but a fading memory

This can's usefulness has been exhausted
Other than its new current use
A kick toy for a restless boot

Don't outlive your usefulness

Author's Note

I am open to constructive criticism.

Reviews

[Marie]

I don't have any criticism. Obviously you are a good writer, and your work is polished.

The message is very clear. Outlive your usefulness, and you become just something to kick around...

[Dennis White]

A reflection on our throw away society which includes people too. Thanks for reading and commenting.