I once was a shell of onion dust, littered to the side street sidewalk, pecked at by pigeons. Until you one day, kicked me into a wall, decided to pick me up, and put me in your pocket. You took me home, scrubbed me clean, polished me ‘till I shined an iridescence. You liked me. And I no longer smelled. You put me on the sunny side of the table, to shine, while you had your coffee. I traveled with you, and your coins, in your pocket. They would come and go, but I was special. You gave me sentiment, by stroking my back with your hand when you stood still. And the day I was forgotten, was the first day, of the rest of my loneliness. All those days of me rubbing against your coins, dulled me to a grey. Iv’e been sitting here waiting. Not even sure where I am. Day’s now.
Causes kelly rice Supports
Animal Abuse, Mental Health