Alone (Open Letter from a Clothesline)

Here I stand alone at the edge of my owner's property,
remembering when I was once a necessity.
But now all alone is what I remain
as my sanity I try to maintain;
expendable because of modern advances;
hoping for more than just passing glances.
Despite the elements causing decay
I pray that I will be used someday
when my owner will be in a sudden bind,
his machine affected by the unknown;
relinquished to avail himself to my lines
and I no longer remain alone.

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