Shopping Trollies

by Indi
(Paris)

Do shopping trollies ever get tired?
rolling down the isle, all day, all night,
filled with groceries to the top,
no control if they want to stop,
sitting in the night, locked up and cold,
mettle bars rusting, getting so old,
for them every single day is the same,
do they get bored? do they wish to change?
do their tummy's ever rumble?
rolling past sweet apple crumble,
I wonder if their wheels ever ache?
rolling, turning, how much can they take!
they probably feel empty,
like a heart filled with coal,
they may not be human,
but they still have a soul.

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