I am left at the empty doorway
Shabby, muddy, unclean
My faded colors mutely say
Where, all this time, have you been?
The rains have made me wet
How loyal I have been
Asked how could you forget
Together times we've seen?
I saw all that commotion
As they took your body away
I heard the crying, then Silence
As Death closed the end of that day.
Who now would care to wear me?
Wash all this grime with soap
Gone are the hands I long to see
Gone is my master and my hope.
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