Poetry: Spare Parts

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Spare Parts

Off to the side they stand,
parts and pieces,
replacements for aging trains,
rusted from disuse and exposure,
like love abandoned to silence,
waiting for their time to shine again,
to die living a life of usefulness
instead of neglect.

About this poem

Sometimes I think we are more like things than we want to believe.

Tom

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