What was once shiny and beautiful
now is consigned to scrap,
the discarded leavings of achievement’s better way.
Wasted and abandoned she waits,
having been relegated to an obsolete residue
only success can leave in its wake.
With nothing of value to offer,
forsaken by her trade,
she is without purpose and forgotten.
Oh for a moment when
she might be found!
Reanimated with purpose,
recreated to hope again for usefulness,
she could shine out a
Again loved and made new,
she might be redeemed and restored.
Covered with rust
she awaits The Resurrection.