You did try your best, my dear
But you’re gone, my faithful friend
You hung on there, for a year
But, my friend, it had to end

Towards the end, you stuck out
Like a sore thumb, as they say
Keeping you hidden, I vowed
Would make everything okay

My smile became a grimace
Yet you refused to back off
And give me back my old face
Which had its own charm, sort of

When the dentist took you on
You did not put up a fight
I brought you home, wrapped in cott’n
Worn out, forlorn, in the night

Sep’rated, and left behind
Abandoned, replaced by a fake
Your mem’ry comes back to mind
Each time I wear my denture