Little Old Factory

Noveyre

Little old factory, with a tired-slumped back 

wearing weary spectacles of chocolate glass. 

You were the first, manufacturer-class 

and now your cars' headlights have cataracts. 

 

But you're still standing, with a cane in hand 

(That's the renovation, going on as planned.) 

And your children visit you, and their grandchildren too. 

apparently now you're a museum, who knew? 

 

So you're standing alright, little dust on your roof

put on your nicest flannel, and button it through. 

I'll take your hand, so wired with veins 

(the electricity goes on and off again) 

 and I'll walk with you, as you did for me 

And when your memory fails, I'll help to teach 

(that's why we write down history)  

 

(We all have our own Little Old Factories.)

 

 

 

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2019 20:58
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words, may your teaching be seen by all.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.