Just a relic

Rusted Hero

Lonely hanging in the air

parade it’s heart through plexiglas


for somebody to pass by recognizing  inner worth

so long ago since that happened …

Apparently merged in the grey of the wall

Arousing desires?  Those days gone by

Lost is the ability to make children’s eyes shine

No one comes around to give input

Nothing is to spend

There are moments when I feel very close to the gumball machine in my city.