Forsaken
This bumpy ride, it frightens me!
The sun beats down upon my hide
They've tied me up, we're on our way!
They said they're tossing me away!
As wind whips by, we're gaining speed
My cries unheard, no voice to plead
I'm swaying like a drunken fool
This old truck jars, with every turn
A fear in me as tires burn
I'm pushed aside,
They called me names
"Worn out, has seen much better days"
Outlived, they say, my days are done
Now disgraced
To be replaced
Forgotten that beneath my skin
Of peeling paint, of beaten face
A life in me, a charm within
This heartless deed, how can this be?...
Please, won't you see the priceless me?
Beneath the grime, is treasured wood
A little care, restore my good!
I've seen so much in all my years
Your child in laughter, yourself in tears
And while you rocked, I soothed your fears
Tis not my fault that I've grown old
While offering you a place to hold
You bounced your child upon a knee
Please hold a spot of care for me!
Don't dump me in among the muck
Among the heap of worthless rot
Have pity, please!!...forsake me not!
I'm worthy of a place, a part
A spot of mercy from your heart!
Please turn around, back to my home
I'll offer rest, for weary bones
When days are hard, and winter comes
I'll hold you up, when you're alone.
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Revised for Matt Caliri's contest "Speak, Chair, Speak"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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