The Rusty Nail Poem by soren Barrett
The Rusty Nail
An old nail driven long ago
into solid wood
once strong with a glow
rains of corrosion it's withstood
Rusted and bent
at birth shiny
Its usefulness spent
blistered rough, shrunken tiny
It held a house in place
Some torn by its protrusion
In age found a disgrace
Holding things together by intrusion
Worn fragile its head
It you can not yank
Hammered down till dead
Jammed in a hardened plank
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