Lost My Sparkle


I'm a double-wide lot
With nothing on it
But gone to seed weeds
And wind-blown papers.

I'm an old station-wagon
Looking for tread;
I can take you on a trip
As long as it's local.

I'm a billboard sign
That hasn't had a face-lift
For a long, long time—
But I'm still standing.

Don't toss me out,
Don't say it's over;
We could be in clover
If only you would stay.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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