When we come into this world, we are the centre of attention for months, maybe years. Everything and everyone focuses around us. The same is true for new objects that come into our possession.
Like a piano for a musical enthusiast.
It is placed in a dominant position in the room for all to admire. Beautiful melodies sound out of its keys.
Until it grows old and the fascination for it passes with time.
It is considered a given now.
Until one day, neglected for so long, it is dumped.
The same is often unfortunately true for our old people.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers