Life Cycle
Once cherished, now discarded
That's how we got rewarded
We are now old and purposeless
Hence we got labelled as useless
I think we deserved a better fate
And not lay forlorn outside the gate
For years, we kept their haven bright and warm
And yet they critiqued on how we perform
Old is gold, only if you perform and serve
It is then they will honour you and preserve
Our cords are frail and busted
We're inept, thus got ousted
With a new look, we shall return
To light up a home, we will burn
Until we meet our fate, we will toil
For, our motto is to stay loyal.
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