Old and Rusty

old and rusty, worn and lived
this place used to hold much promise
amid the words of life I’d dance and twirl
often though maybe crying with those
who thought they’d be crying alone

oh to be young once so full of hope
that a life in all its fullness sat my fingertips
ready and waiting there was much to live
grasp and experience
but being a dreamer
I dreamt the promise of my life away

and a once promise of fullness
became old tired and rusty
the road maps to my adventures
left to waste at my feet
unopened and unexplored
such is a life not lived