Only God Knows

Only God Knows

It sits on its side near a bush, just another thing man made.
The wheel spins in the wind, a carefree being.
Rubber black as night touches the green.
Its color is pale in commparison to the sun.
Laying in the shade being left alone.

Who put it there?
Was it a boy?
Will it rust?
Only God knows.

The spokes still shiny glint in the sun, unaware at what will happen.
It is as if it wanted to die.
The spongy seat lays in the dirt.
It looks like a lonely thing.

Will it be wet in the morrow?
Who will miss it?
A girl?
Only God knows.
What happens to the things left behind?
Only God knows.