Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.
What was it? I see, furniture in the woods left to decay.
Glass broken, shards glinting everywhere, in sunlight’s rays.
Solid wood bones, but could it be repaired? Made new and functional?
Into what? You might ask, and I’m not sure what rationally,
I don’t know it’s purpose, I don’t know how to transform its ruin.
But I like to give old things new uses, to repair the broken form strewn.
Natures taking over swallowing back her glass sand and wood from trees.
Only a concrete slab shall remain, when nature takes what’s presently seen.
Feelings of sorrow haunt, capturing brokenness, into forest bearing.
I have my reasons, not wanting to leave useful items in disrepair.
It’s more to do with people, how the broken are left behind, not cared for.
People forgetting, friends, family, the elderly, the disabled, more.
Thoughtfulness non-existent, but I seek to repair, leave no one forgotten.
Even the meekest soul, deserves conversation, to be noticed, never left to ‘storage.’
Every stage and page in life, forget no soul, don’t let them slip through your writing hands.
Let every person have a purpose, great or small; let them have their dreams expand.
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