Casket Day
Blank stares and empty looks
A closed casket kind of day
Full of secrets and hollow wishes
Deserted dreams are wasted
Like scraps from a collage
We’re all artistic garbage
Waiting for someone to see us sparkle
But I’m all out of power
A cast aside canvas
Used-up but outcast
Pigeon-holed to abandonment
Left as litter in vagabonds lives
Unnecessary
Plain and concise
Easily described but hard to pin down to existence
Damaged down to the teeth
Worn-out like 12-year-old linen
Thin, frail
Passed on to a second-hand store
With children’s old toys,
Stained yellow with age
For that’s the wage
Time gives
But Time takes too
Take youth and innocence
Replaced with ambivalence
So lets put on our big smiles
And get through our casket day
Till we can pay for our freedom
From a shallow grave fate
~Byrdie
