My golden days are no more.

My heart bleeds

A sneak peek at my past,

I moved from one museum to the other.

Everyone enjoyed my company

Except now, I barely see anyone close

I see sunrise and sunset here.

It really hurts being stuck in one place

I cannot move even an inch.

In spite of this, I am not bitter or sad,

Every day I see people making use of their lives,

I become exultantly happy.

As what they experience, I too, experience

I bet this is not the end of me; it can’t be!

Like humans renovate their houses,

I, too shall be renewed!

And move again like I never stopped.