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Hi I'm Mike Barchetti. I love the unique and the strange. I am opinionated, and love to discuss things. Humor is the spice of life, because nothing is ever off limits. With that being said, I am a very sarcastic and vulgar person. Besides my love of discourse, storytelling is something that I live for, and whenever the two meet, I am in my element. I'm very outgoing, and like to meet new people, so give me a shout!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Lost and Found (2012)

Here, I find you sitting,
Retired, old, and forgotten,
In your green garden by the gravel road,
Withering away like a piece of old iron.

Retired, old, and forgotten,
Your face used to light up the room,
Withering away like a piece of old iron,
People used to stare at you in awe.

Your face used to light up the room,
Electric with your flashing colors,
People used to stare at you in awe,
Watching your emotions dance.

Electric with your flashing colors,
You became an escape from the routine,
Watching your emotions dance,
You brought us together with your episodes.

You became an escape from the routine,
Stories of triumph, loss, love, and despair,
You brought us together with your episodes,
We'd listen to and watch you all night.

Stories of triumph, loss, love, and despair,
You're a woman scorned,
We'd listen to and watch you all night,
Dumped on the side of the road.

You're a woman scorned,
Yesteryear's prized possession,
Dumped on the side of the road,
Being replaced by something younger, thinner, prettier.

Yesteryear's prized possession,
You don't seem bitter though,
Being replaced by something younger, thinner, prettier,
Lavender wildflowers and bumble bees furnish your new home.

You don't seem bitter though,
Hungry squirrels and robins listen to your stories now,
Lavender wildflowers and bumble bees furnish your new home,
Rising and falling stars now dance for you.

Hungry squirrels and robins listen to your stories now,
You with your roadside garden,
Rising and falling stars now dance for you,
Peaceful and isolated from that world which birthed you.

You with your roadside garden,
Rusting away with your faded memories,
Peaceful and isolated from that world which birthed you,
Here, I find you sitting.

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