RUSTED OUT

I am rusted out
Was like a new penny once
Nice and shiny
Sharp as a tack
Clean, clear lines that will cut you,
if your held me too close.
So bright, you needed sunglasss to see me clearly

Now, I am used up
Not old, but used up!
My lines are soft and pliable
Covered with dust and debris
Bent into funny shapes through overuse
I can’t fit into a slot anymore

My knees creak for wear
My eyes dim from seeing so many horrors
My skin is brittle from being washed so very much
My heart beats so slow,
it takes more time to get blood to my brain
My voice is a whisper
— not strong
— not joyful
My hair, what is left of it,
as gray as steel

I walk slowly
and deliberately
I don’t run
I just walk with my head bowed,
looking for cracks in the pavement
Lest I should slip into one and break something

I am just rusted out
No good to anyone, anymore;
except to add to their collection of pennies.

Paul Alleyne
10/31/2007

RUSTED OUT

Paul Quixote Alleyne

Inglewood, United States

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