Rusted

Rusted–tired as an aging nail

Pitted and weak on the brink of fail

Facade held up against weathers rage

Protecting from rain, wind and hail

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Years they’ve beat and worn it down

‘Til colors fade from white to brown

Chipped and peeling under elements abuse

No longer fitting in societies town

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A misfit amongst establishments fine

Red badge it wears as a sign

What once it was it is no longer

Spoiled and soured with passing time

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Forgotten to history out of sight

Grandeur lost to economies plight

Its majesty tarnished attic bound

Fading like the sun into the night

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Rebuilding the old into the new

It happens only to the chosen few

The rest are left to crumble to dust

Like southward migration away they flew

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Forgotten like elders cherished past

Now left alone to live their last

In sterile homes cold and dark

The time they have left goes by so fast

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All traces gone they are no more

For the final time we bolt the door

What once was loved is left to rot

Upon this worlds killing floor

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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