Just A Useless Camera

You sit alone, not forgotten, but not wanted with scratches, stiff buttons, dusty old lens. You remember what it was like they watched the world through Your eyes There are no film, no batteries, or bulb to be found. You caught the the light of their being, the shadows of their past and time that was always fleeting. Your leather strap old and wrinkled as though you've spent too many days in the sun lie lifelessly by your side. You wonder if you even work as others wonder too with stares of interest and sad nostalgia as if thinking “what a shame, what a damn shame.” At least your focus still works. You can see it happening in a flash streams of light that bounced from one thing to another a reflex mirror that redirected the image over and over. Many moments in life, preserved in silver crystals and emulsion. You had a purpose those pictures on the wall, like trophies, or scars, or just reminders. The glory days are reproduce in your mind and you are blind to all else. To see you have fallen reminds us that one day we will all become Obsolete. Broken. Disabled. Exhausted. Run Down. Gone.