The Leftovers

Not of the next day variety, essentially nourishing and providing

But rather of the lonely sort, the forgotten in everyday circles

The ones chosen last for the team and then only due to the need for even sides

The ones who missed The Last Dance, viewing others pictures, reliving it vicariously

Opportunities, promotions given to others less worthy

Holidays not celebrated, ideas not created or materialized

Dreams shattered and broken like clay pots, unrepairable

The ostracized, the disenfranchised, the lost and lonely

Viewed upon in the eyes of others as outcast, pariah

With sleepless nights and weary days burdened with fatigue, they trudge on, unnoticed by the masses

These are God’s special angels

His Unique Few

May His good graces wash over those lost souls

May they one day find the peace that has eluded them thus far

Bear in mind, you are not alone in this struggle