Mine
Even when I used it all the time
I never used it constantly, so
even when I wasn't using it
it was always there, waiting,
and it never had to wait very long.
Sooner or later, though, I needed it
less and less. I started putting it
on the side table, moved it again
to the back of the utility shelf
in the main closet closest to the
garage door, six steps from trash.
These days, I still pick it up, give it
a shake, dust it off occasionally, check
to see if it's as good as it ever was,
and it always is. It always is.
Still, it's getting to be just a little
out of date, a little on the creaky side.
If it had edges, they'd be worn; if it
could sing, it would only sing oldies
and all the young kids, watching me
pull it out of storage yet again,
would tilt and scratch their heads
and run away, screaming. Screaming.
I'm not quite ready to get rid of it.
Maybe tomorrow. Or tomorrow's
tomorrow. Maybe. We'll see.
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NaPoWriMo 2023 – Day 20
~ That Ol' Thing ~
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