Imagine where I’ve been
Imagine what I’ve seen
And felt and heard and smelled

Hanging on the wall,
Above the mantelpiece,
Not moving or talking
Never noticed

Imagine how bored, tired and utterly useless I felt
Hanging there, not doing anything
Nothing when the dog died
Nothing when the baby cried
Even when no one else was around
I’ve been around
For a while,
I know what’s going to happen
Lots of walls that I’ve made my home
That I’ve called my own
For decades I’ve tried and tried
To mean something to someone
But I don’t mean anything to anyone

Sad but true
Old and new?
Slowly my chestnut frame and rusting nails
Start to fade away
Just imagine