Just offA little skewedA sign that it’s been usedIt’s true UnreturnableBetraying ageIt pried a lid, opened a cageTemper assuaged WarpedA weathered faceLayers showingHem fraying Most would askWhy keep it close?Gone Are its better days But I wont partWith tools misusedThen bent backTo rightful place Ungraceful curveOr characterProof it holds silent storiesOf survival I would swear it…