Wheels keep turningA Poem by MandaBearThis is my take on a View point if a shopping cart. Love or hate??Sparkle, Sparkle, Shine..... I'm brand new, Never been used, Waiting to be picked, Everyone's going to fill me up. .............................................................................................. Oh, this is my first day, I am geared up and ready to roll. My first ride is coming; Oh joy! She grabs me with such soft hands; Such a smooth drive. ............................................................................................... She picks up a lovely shirt I know she would look great in it. She picks up another shirt I hope she buys that one. Oh, i'm having such a good time. .................................................................................................... Our trips takes us all around. I had such a great day! I hope tomorrow is the same. Putting her items on the counter, Pays for them and leaves me. ........................................................................................................ Tomorrow has come and gone. My sparkle and shine has turned to rust. I have been beat up and left in the aisle. Wheels broken and the same routine everyday. I wish I could feel those soft hands again. .......................................................................................................... I guess my time is done. I have come to the wheel end. Time now to reflect on the memories, Of my first ride and those soft hands. Sparkle, Sparkle, Shine.
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