I Picked Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I Picked



I picked

Sharp it was when I picked
Had threads for turning
Was made of hard metal,
It shined and was bright
The colour silver-like.

Screw on the road
Easily could end in
The tire, be danger
It laid there,
No one cared!

Friday, October 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: care
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