Ode to this peeler

Deserted.
Desperate.
Depressing.
A used-up tool,
Unsatisfactory use.
Underwhelming results.

Blade dull like a shark without teeth.
Handle rough like the skin of a crocodile.
Light as the feather of a swallow.
Beautiful as a rainbow after a downpour.

Served more people than a war veteran,
Missing parts.
A bum on the streets,
meandering.

A rusted blade.
A worn out handle that is covered in grime.
A condition that is unrestorable.
A life unknown to anyone.

To the peeler that I found on the street:
I don’t know where you came from,
Or what you’ve been through .
But I thank you for your service.