Ungrateful

And they sit

Scattered

Until someone calls

And they all crowd together

Except for one

Seperate

From the rest

By more than age

So there it sits

Alone

With its thoughts

Watching

The crowd

And the rest

Enjoy themselves

Until somebody becomes ungrateful

And then another

And it spreads

Through the crowd

And the lone one is lucky

It does not reach it

It never realizes

Until later

That it is grateful

Then the ungrateful people

The crowd

Scatters again

But the ungratefullness never reaches it

And they leave