most people hardly pay any attention to me. some of the busy ones just step on me and move on in. there are the weird few, who deliberately avoid me at times. and then there are those, who consciously spend those extra moments, when the step, skid, thump their feet, and make sure it’s all well to step in.
i am wearing out, the edges are fraying, there are holes that have appeared here and there. i know i will be disowned once i stop serving my utility. after all, it is the nature of man to exploit and put to use – not just objects, but even animals, and fellow human beings, and then disown them when they no longer serve their purpose. have you not seen the scores of emaciated cows and bulls, after retirement, being bundled into a truck, on their way to the butcher house? i will quietly be dumped in the garbage can, from where i will probably go to a duming yard. thank goodness, i am degradable, or atleast i think i am, and so i will disappear into oblivion, without proving a burden, polluting the earth. i will be one with nature. and then there will be a replacement, another brand new one, may be like me, may be a little different – but one with a purpose quite similar.
it can get tiresome, when you are a doormat. as i go, i will only seek solace in the fact that i did my bit to keep the home a tad cleaner.