6 November 2012
Alone it stood,
Gone
All glory,
All confidence,
Gone.
Assigned to the scrapheap,
Thrown out of life,
With only rust as a companion,
This isn't the life It was made to have,
not a life of ridicule or mockery,
Alone the robin sat,
How it thought why only three,
In false hope it sighed and said I guess this is me.
Lonely Three Wheeled Robin... • Opuss № I