Unsung...

'Cause everyone has a story
She shares it
With her hand-me-down doll
A broken eye
A torn smile
Inanimate, all ears...
He whispers it
To his last cigarette
His words of wisdom
Its last ashes...
Over a cup of tea
They exchange it
In their haughty silences...
And there is the three legged dog
Who knows his black
From white...
While here she sits
Under her midnight post
With gibberish
Sprawled in tungsten...
They all have stories
And I wonder
Who is listening...
Are you?