Saturday, May 17, 2008

What am I?


i walk about the streets neglected
  seen many places
tho i seem to get around undetected

the years you know, have worn me thin
  somewhat tattered
tho tossed about, i never wonder where i've been

protruding nail didn't cause my pain
  no patches here
no doctors fees for someones gain

you need me more than i need you
  i'm sometimes smelly
when it's time you will renew

nothing seems to offer me solace
  tho i can be costly
you'll find me in your bottom closet


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well my dear I don't why you feel
the life saddness so deep. You must
step outside of the box of your sorrows, so that your heart can flow.

Anonymous said...

...your actually quite close to the answer to my riddle, in an inanimate sort of way...