Possession

Once, I had a prized possession

Oh no! I committed a mistake by saying "had".

For I still have it with me

But I can't refer to it as "prized"

For it is no longer prized

So, I would rather to refer to it as possession

Last week, I took it in my hands

And looked at it for a while

It had not changed in appearance

Yet I could not perceive its sheen

A question popped in my head

"Where is it's sheen?"

I searched in vain for the sheen

But gave up when I heard the response 

"Oh, who the hell cares!"

I decided to fling it away

But held back a moment before it left my hand

The sight of the possession

Brought back fond memories

Of simpler days from my past

When possessions were prized

Tomorrow's goals comprised 

Of getting newer possessions

Today's grown complicated

I lose more than I gain

Yet I continue to strive towards gaining

Not with pleasure, nor pain

Just working towards those goals

That don't matter anymore,

That I am not even aware of

I looked at the possession once again

I tried to evoke some joy in my heart but felt none

I kept it back in the draw, locked it

Though not prized I will still keep it

For a day might come when all possessions

Small or big might be of immense value

For my forgotten self.