What a sad life I lead, stuck here on the wall <br />with two screws in my guts so that I don't fall. <br />I am only here to hang a basket, one that is full <br />of flowers; then to be sprayed with water every <br />twenty four hours. All I am is a piece of metal <br />holding a flower basket folly. It has made me <br />lose my dignity and I feel such a wally. <br />I was once a proud hanger but all I am now <br />is a rusty old clanger.My paint is almost gone <br />and I do feel the strain when on comes the water <br />or down comes the rain. It's worse in the summer <br />when the water comes twice a day the weight is <br />horrendous but who am I to say. <br />No one cares if I am left out in the cold, I am a wall <br />bracket who is now growing old. <br />I am doomed for the scrap yard, that's where all dead <br />metal goes. They better do it soon because this basket <br />will hit someone on the nose.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sad-life/
