What useless broken thing is this

What useless broken thing is this

How has it come to pass

The passage from new to old

So much more than time

Elapsed

Spare the moment

You may have saved

Incommunicado

To recover lost thoughts

You will be disappointed

With the return

Nothing useful is retained

The content is always less

Than the context

It is remarkable

How much hot air

There is in a deflation

An empty promise

Is all you have left

When loose ends

Are all tied up

Nothing comes together

Smoothly anymore

If it ever did

But retrospection

Only works one way

Nostalgia is never

A gift to present

To the lonely

Better your bones

Are carried off

Than be left to rattle

In their own cage

Where old birds

Are left to

Go for a song

But nobody wants

The scrag end

Of a story

There are too many

Loopholes in the plot

To serve a dog’s dinner

As a Champagne breakfast

An old portmanteau

Is at the very least

A bag of spanners

Short of a tool box.