It’s all rusted now
Torn and tattered
Years of neglect

I wish I could disavow
Thoughts too scattered
Lacking self-respect

I’ve walked a fine line
Unafraid to crossover
My time, so measured

Though forlorn, I am fine
With the promise of clover
And a life, truly treasured

Writing Prompt – Rusty Bearings – Day 8/31
Daily Post: Forlorn

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