• So alone, full of sorrow
    Copper and round,
    Wished into water fountains
    Lost in the folds of the couches and
    On the shelves collecting dust.
    Time passes on,
    Change takes place
    Rust to green,
    Lost in the void.
    Or you're collected in plastic pigs and
    Empty glass jars until
    The day they
    End up flat
    And green
    With a man smiling
    That you never knew.