Thank you for being so small, but doing so much


Oh, rusty rotten nail
The Christmas lights you once thrust
Into delight
The ones that gleamed and sparkled late into the night
Your job of holding up joy and nostalgic memories had ceased
Your need has decreased
But your value is not lost
On the pure white column
You were hammered into
A sickening orange glows
Into the earth you go
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Thank you for being so small
But doing so much