I Still Breathe



Rob Hanson photo



Dust and rust and cobwebs sewn

Antique phone molds workshop wall

I still work and want to talk

But techno growth stole my soul

Hidden deep in cellar dank

Missing sheep in old folks home

I still breathe and want to talk

Lay alone in darkened room

Sunrise dawns and sunset fades

Stray light beams sneak in each day

I still hope and want to play

But grandkids use new iPods

Dust and rust and cobwebs sewn

Antique phones wear mold that's grown

I still breathe and beg to try

But new ring tones let me die

Buried deep in cellar’s cry

Missing sheep in old folk’s home

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For One Shot Poetry Sunday Photo and Poetry Pantry #53