WHO ~ ME?

Forgotten in the garden
Rusty dented .. losing paint 
I sit atop an ancient wall
Prim, proper old and quaint


I used to be a beauty
Impervious to wind and rain 
Time has had its way with me
Oxidized, aged ~ no longer vain


They say I have patina
Verdigris color so rare 
Oxidized yes, but never weak
Essence still as pure as air


Fill me with water
Remove me from this wall 
Let me play among the flowers
'til summer turns to fall


Then put me on a shelf inside
Keep me safe and dry 
Polish, pamper, oil my joints   
I've flowers to tend before I die