An old iron fence

An iron fence

rusty and neglected

years of rain

hot sun

seen it all

come and go.

My heart behind

an invisible gate

hinges stiff, weather beaten

waiting

to be opened

by tourists

without names.

An old iron fence

that’s me

keeping the park safe

talking to pigeons

who fly away

leaving me to rust

decay.

Funny

I just wrote about life.

an old iron fence

burn baby burn

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