Thermos Flask

I found my tartan Thermos flask, not used it for some time, the faded squares still visible beneath a film of grime. A bit or rust around the base, the side a dent or two, the top that doubles for a cup has split, so that won't do. But all the same it does it's job for when one's on the go, keeps hot things hot and cold things cold quite how, I do not know. At least we share a common bond, our outer shells are battered, somewhat pasty, worn with time but none of that stuff matters. Inside of me my hopes kept warm, some of my dreams are cool, contents kept fresh regardless of the state of this old fool. When God calls me, takes off my lid to see what life I've had, I hope that then, unlike my flask- I don't smell quite that bad.