An Old Friend

An old friend,
The wood wagon,
Appears,
Amongst the pines,
“You’re looking well”,
I say,
Though strictly speaking,
He’s not really,
His planks are rotting,
Or missing,
He’s got rust on his hinges,
And he’ll never really roll again,
“Thanks”, he says,
“You too!”

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