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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Revised for Matt Caliri's contest "Speak, Chair, Speak"