The day was promising, searching for a friend,
he needed some time with none to spend,
his absence was noted for quite some time,
his presence unseen, was it a sign?
He was shy and elusive, but kind,
a transient mover, hard to find.
Many had tried without success,
if they did, it ended a mess.
He used to be the talk of the town,
and now no where to be found.
You could ask him to share his abilities,
people still talk of his fine qualities.
He looked for him in church, in each and every pew,
the church almost deserted, parishioners only a few.
He searched all hospital clinics,
only to find unhelpful cynics.
The police refused any help or assistance,
causing his search to be of "great distance".
He was tired, his search a bust,
when he looked up to see "In God We rust",
His friend was found on the steps of the courts,
the letter "T" had fallen, out of sorts.
What was left had begun to rust,
no more honour, no more trust.
Unfortunately the "T" hit his friend,
for him it was the end,
it hit him on his head,
right on the steps he bled.
Now the "T" had a lifetime warranty,
and here was a casualty,
the fine print had a clause,
about no comprehensive laws.
The "T" only had, one leg to stand on,
the not guilty verdict forgone.
But the "T" had a poison inside,
and in the end died.
He was carted to the smelter,
off to get melted.
It must be true "that rust never sleeps",
when it comes to trust, don't play for keeps.