All That's Left

On old, cobbled streets, 

In the alley we’d once played. 

Abandoned now for years, 

Not a clue who it belonged to. 

In the alley we’d play as children, 

Once was a happier site, 

Now stands there, the baby carrier, 

A stroller that’s worse for wear. 

The handles are rusted,

The wheels are drunk, 

The fabric is frayed and ripped. 

Weeds have made a home, 

Within its velvet lining. 

Vines drape over metal frames, 

A jungle where bins are dumped. 

The babe that once cried its tears, 

Has grown into their parent. 

As time flies by, 

When roots mature, 

No need for rickety contraptions. 

Rotting away, day by day, 

Until the plants take over. 

Once a baby laughed and cried, 

And once we played together. 

Now we work on mobile screens, 

Our life an empty bassinet.