Put aside

Back on this old shelf,
carved from a single
block of oak,
the dust has gathered
over the years
but still this is a place
I know,
back in the lonely corner
hidden away from the world,
next to the ornaments
and pictures,
high above the rest
of this place,
looking down on things,
there was a time when you needed me,
but now that you don't
I'll stay here till i'm needed again,
and so begins another cycle,
until the day when i'm replaced
forever.