A Metal Man

Glistening, gleaming, glimmering in the morning sun
Standing tall upon the highest shelf
dust builds
Around edges of edges
The feeling of exhilaration
As it lay in my hands for the first time
The cold base against the warm palm of my hands
Although feelings don’t last
Neither do memories
Like the sweet smell of yesterday’s perfume
Once there, now gone

Yet every night when the lights are out
They come to life
blossoming flowers in the luminous moonlight
All running around, their joints clanking
Arms flaying about
Reliving the moment,
Playing that game, then receiving the award
The only time to be remembered
The effort once put in, now forgotten
One’s meaning of an object is different to another’s
Though the tall metallic shining object, with life of its own
Still stands there, never changing
Still a trophy