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Departure of a Rug

by Gilly Wigley

The dresser sat silently poignant, up against the wall,
as the the rest of the furniture stifled back their salty tears.
It was not his time to go.
No, rug was far too young to leave this world.
Alas, no amount of mourning could turn back time,
change the order of nature.
However,
despite his sudden departure he had lived a fulfilling life,
and his legacy will be forever woven in time.
Rest in peace Sir Rug.
Rest in peace.

09/23/2013

Author's Note: A local hotel posted a photo on facebook of one of their gorgeous rooms, asking people to caption it. This is my caption. This is the photo: https://scontent-a-dfw.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/578016_10151651331875222_1835291644_n.jpg

Posted on 09/23/2013
Copyright © 2019 Gilly Wigley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/23/13 at 07:19 PM

I can see this very small rug replaced with a much bigger one to fit the elegance of this room. His size really does make him seem "young", as you describe. Interesting concept for a poem. Thanks for this.

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