#922714 added October 28, 2017 at 7:53am Restrictions: None
Call It What You Want
Stoic stalk lowed by time
Lilts in the dark cold
Hard rain comes
Pelts the offshoots
Graying, too
In a neglected planter
Weathered, soiled and cracked
Not made for these elements
On the front porch
Passed daily a summer long
Long since adulation
Now unnoticed Time withered away
The hurtful memories
In it's slow decay
Unremarkable
They don't have time for you
They can't tend to a dreamer
They can't mend what was lost
A summer long
Adulation now gray
To a stoic stalk torn from pot
Repurposed to stiff
November earth
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