A Sad Life Poem by sylvia spencer
A Sad Life
What a sad life I lead, stuck here on the wall
with two screws in my guts so that I don't fall.
I am only here to hang a basket, one that is full
of flowers; then to be sprayed with water every
twenty four hours. All I am is a piece of metal
holding a flower basket folly. It has made me
lose my dignity and I feel such a wally.
I was once a proud hanger but all I am now
is a rusty old clanger.My paint is almost gone
and I do feel the strain when on comes the water
or down comes the rain. It's worse in the summer
when the water comes twice a day the weight is
horrendous but who am I to say.
No one cares if I am left out in the cold, I am a wall
bracket who is now growing old.
I am doomed for the scrap yard, that's where all dead
metal goes. They better do it soon because this basket
will hit someone on the nose.
you do find a poem in the strangest of places...you found one on a peg! ! ! ! ...lovely...but YOU should go on and on even if you hit some people on the nose every now and then...well hit me with a poem anyday! ! ...love...nalini
This is sad and hilarious at the same time. Wonderful description of a wall backet, giving it a life is great. A thoroughly delightful read, and a brilliant write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I agree with Sandra, to personalize somthing in this way and then to add feeling that the reader can interpret, wow! what a gift Love Duncan X
Dear Sylvia, you have such a unique way of bringing inanimate things to life. Praise for your rich imagination., Love, Sandra
Another little masterpiece, Sylvia. I do so appreciate your poems, they are refreshingly different and really funny. Two screws in his guts - how painful, and ready for the scrappy, too. You've got me feeling sorry for the poor thing, ha ha ha. Keep them coming.... Love, Fran xx
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The last two lines. They can surely kick. A good poem. Best Regard S.