Ode On a Broken Vending Machine
You say you are out of order
No matter how much I put in to you
You have nothing you can give
You used to give me my sweetest desires
And offer me cold drink
When the day was hot
Even on days when I chose wrong
I knew it was not your fault but mine
And I knew I always had another day to make a better choice
Some days I pushed your buttons
And nothing happened
Other days and the right buttons
Made the best of you appear
But for today
There is no button I can push
No amount of violent shaking
That will repair what is broken
I will wait patiently for the arrival
Of the one who can fix you
And return you to me
With haste
Copyright © Erin Cowart | Year Posted 2020
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