Rusted Hero
Lonely hanging in the air
parade it’s heart through plexiglas
waiting
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.