No necks to entertain its soul.
It wished to return to the good old days.
Where it would hang, glistening in the sun.
The rope would play its fatal song.
The people would cheer with delight.
Now it hangs in a dingy barn.
Waiting for its chance of glory to come again.
One day, it will find a new friend
It hangs on to that faint hope.
Finally after what seems like eternity.
A man walks into the barn