Obsolete (free verse)

Lonely souls
with pallid faces
in wheelchairs and walkers
lined up as if in a used car lot
wait for a visit from family.
Each hoping someone who cares
will come kick the tires
of their assigned chariot
and take them for a test ride
down the sterile halls
in the salvage yard
of aging forgotten humanity.
where they were left to rust
and return to dust.
They have been deemed obsolete
no longer needed
by a worldly society they once knew.