Discarded Gloves, Where is the Respect in That?

I've had just enough time to...   sympathize with discarded gloves.

Taken of this pair of discarded glove on a boat in the West lake, Hangzhou China.

Used, Discarded

Reused, Discarded again

Where is the respect in that?

Like discarded gloves

On the dirty floor, felt like

Discarded gloves on the floor

Kept your hands clean, we did

Kept them warm in the cold

Protect your hands, we did

Protect them from the blows

Take the blows ourselves, we did

And we take on the woes

Now, we are worn

Lost our shine and colours from the weather

Dirty and soiled, disheveled and battered

And those hands we protect

Just threw us on the floor

Just threw us on the floor

Discarded gloves, where is the respect in that?

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I'd like to tell a little story
Thats been told time and time again
About the foolish men who chased me
My discarded men

They used to tell me they loved me
But I knew better than them
I'd find them looking around the corner
My discarded men

Eartha Kitt: My Discarded Men