I am a canvas, with a border,
shades of gray, being the color,
rough on sides, a bit off white,
Still blank, if you may wonder.
I am a canvas, with a border,
painting beyond, would be a struggle,
But I am fine, have some shine,
A rarity that you may uncover.
It's been a while,
being touched for a try,
giving a musty odor,
some dusts may have settled.
Away from the crowd,
hidden in the shroud,
forgotten from the life,
being kept in the corner.
I am a canvas, with a border,
not many desire it longer,
coming with its quirk,
disappointing to some users.
I am a canvas, with a border,
a bit hard to be hold,
with some visible cracks,
still waiting, to be discovered.
