for their little left worth
to be sold, for few pennies
Junk, sitting in the Junkyard
a wooden chair with a broken arm
its fabric stinking of some heavy metal
an air conditioner with its compressor broken
the plug on it’s wire missing, at the end
books from the past, their paper turned yellow
with many missing pages, their covers all torn
a bike with its handle twisted
tyres deflated, the paddles jammed
broken toys of all sorts and shapes
a little horse, a train and a few barbie dolls
Junk in the Junkyard lying without any life
spider’s net covering some of it
layers of dust covering it all
it may be, of little worth today
or may be, of no worth at all
yet, the Junkyard holding it all so dearly
not wanting to let go any of it
because it has held the junk for so long
the Junkyard NOW
ONLY COMPLETE with the Junk
Whole of it seems like a very powerful metaphor..
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I am glad you liked it.. wanted it to be powerful!
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It is also said that there will be always a treasure inside it.😉
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True!!
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Love junkyards… 🙂
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They are so full of treasure
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