Lonely, pale, lying below
Longing to do it's job
But without help, just lays there
Remembering when it was vibrant with color
Stretching to fit so much beauty
Now it's limp, tangled up with all the mess of my life.
I can't remember the last time we were together
What does it feel Knowing it's purpose in life has become obsolete?
In this world of technology, does it long for the days in which it reigned supreme,
Holding together all the various possessions that seem to envelope my life?
Or is it willing to put away all it's burdens
Letting the newcomer to my desk take the reigns while he finally rests?
Understanding he is now fragile, older
But if the day comes once again that he is called forth,
Will he be willing to do the job for which he was created.