Daniel Clarke

I It sits there lifeless, defying my mind I stare at it endlessly, yet feel so blind Where did it come from? why is it here? These questions have answers, and yet, I fear, I will never ever know just how It came to be. So to it I must bow What is before me now is old rusty but once was new, then used in trusty what purpose could it have served in life? could it have belonged to a husband or wife? or is it from a kitchen of a fancy restraunt that dished out food for the […]