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Useful… Once

I was useful once.

Don’t look at the rust; it lies

Weather and wind; their fault

Under there still remains; my purpose.

I was useful once.

Ignore that peeling paint; cosmetic

Looks fade my friends; age comes

Under there still remains; my spirit.

I was useful once.

Never mind the brokenness; a ruse

Pain becomes normal; hardly noticed

Under there still remains; my heart.

I was useful once.

Sure they left me behind; forgotten

Used to it over years; it becomes me

Under there still remains; my hope.

I was useful once.

Happy memory to someone; past

Admittedly I am diminished; unimportant

Under there still remains; my reality.

Karen Quinn 2013

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