How a pocket knife dies



This blade was so sharp, yet now is dull.
Will it ever cut again, only with love and care.
Left alone for such a long time.
Dust gathered upon it and rust seeped it's way in.
The color faded as time ran away.
The knife still yearns for a piece of wood, 
To carve a new life if only it could.
Yet no one will hold it and death come to soon.
 


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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 4/25/2008 11:36:31 PM
Interesting. You took something a simple as a dull knife and looked at it from a different point of view. That is what some say genius is about. Taking the common and seeing it differently.

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