Behind the milk, leftovers and vegetables,
remains a yogurt, hidden and long forgotten.
Under the grapes, cheese and dips,
lies the bread bought a year ago, all modly and rotten.
But each week, you journey to the store,
and stroll through the aisles, all happy and smiles.
You handpick new fruits, new snacks, and a new drink,
then walk out of the store without a blink.
Oblivious to the yogurt and bread in your fridge,
you go on with your life.
While the number of neglected grows from two to thirteen,
all forgotten and rotten, all unseen.
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