On An Old Filling Station

Out here, abandoned in the grass,
A vintage filling station:
Where many sat preoccupied
By labor or vacation

As fuel was pumped and windows washed
Supporting life’s-won fruits
To aid the modern family
In nuclear pursuits.

Out here, abandoned in the grass,
And desolate to view,
The end of every precious thing
Once loved for being
New

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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