Abandoned
Abandoned in the field,
covered with rust,
paint all peeling,
The old truck sits.
Useful days are gone,
glorious work all done.
No lights, no drive, no work, no life
Not than anyone cares.
Abandoned in his chair,
Wrinkled and gray,
Hands all shaky,
The old man sits.
Useful days are gone,
Glorious work all done.
No fight, no drive, no work, no life.
He knows no one cares.
Forgotten, they sit
Alone and resigned
Hoping that someone
Comes and takes them away.
Written Aug 16, 2016
Copyright © Beverly Read | Year Posted 2016
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