Welcoming Our Half-in-the-Bag Faces

Somewhere (despite some unfortunate)
we are all looked at: someone wants us;
too far from home; they cannot have us;
chance(s) left behind, then we are taken
by another, O' joy! got old, want change.

Now look at us; that is not an option!
Years into tomorrow's future yesterday
we are too worn and gray wearing baggy
Halloween faces with no treats to offer
anymore, and no one wants us, not ever,
in every attractive passing but sometimes,
"Hello, how are you?" may come along
to give false hope someone really cares.

After a while it then becomes passé, passé,
for we know so damn well, looking back,
"Yep, another day of not happenings!"
yet ride an endless dream, keeps us going,
despite turning eyes to us, on us no more...

That is why my self-made T-shirt reads,
"May as well take a good look at me now;
45 years into tomorrow's future yesterday
I will be wearing my half-in-the-bag face!"