Broken Umbrella Poem by Jason Jackson

On the footpath lies a broken umbrella,
just imagine the number of times it's been used,
once loved, dependable, fashionable & fit,
now lies disgraced, amongst the cigarette butts and dog shit

it's fabric is now tattered, some spokes are broken,
it remembers rainy days and of gossip quietly spoken,
do we all have a limited notion of self-worth,
we first scream, breathe, then capitulate and end up cast upon dirt