Brown pages.

This book has brown pages, recycled paper
I wonder what you used to be?
And how you came to be, the one who comforts me

Were you perhaps, a cardboard box?
That packaged children's building blocks
Or maybe the label for some socks
Or a party mask in the shape of a fox?

Maybe you were a toilet roll tube
Or a magazine full of bums and boobs
What if you were an important document?
Tossed aside without a second thought
Amongst junk-mail, takeaway menus

A treasure lost, a birthday card
From a long lost relative
Though they searched long and hard
You could not be found, recycled paper

I wonder what you used to be?
And how you came to be, the one who comforts me

© Alice Daley 2013