Worthy


A worthy life it has lived.
The rusted metal sticks out from the earth.
It has been worked and bent and hurt.
Children once slid on its colorful path,
Brought them joy and laughter, but hurt.
A worthy life it has lived.
It has scratches and dents, and now little trust.
Now taken apart and piled to junk.
It has been worked and bent and hurt.
Many now look at it with nothing but disgust,
But a hero to many that it once was.
A worthy life it has lived.
With pops of blue and yellow and green;
Though rusted and faded with age and long use.
It has been worked and bent and hurt.
For many it will hold fond childhood memories;
Days in the park with family and friends.
A worthy life it has lived.
It has been worked and bent and hurt.

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