April 3, 2009
Colorful and alive,
Is what I used to be.

Now my color is fading,
As I'm getting older.

I once was part of a barn,
Held my head up high,
As I kept everything together.

Now I sit inside a classroom,
Watching kids pass me by
Everyday,not even noticing who I am.

They look at me like a
Block of wood with no meaning.

But I once did have one,
That they don't even know or care about.

So I sit here,
Waiting and waiting,
To have one last chance to be alive.

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