The constant hammering, rhythmic and precise
Moulds  metal into a perfect sphere ,
Each nail struck with  intent ,your hands bearing the strain
Nails driven into walls to hold wooden frames-
Dark ivory ,hand carved with care now faded to gray,  
Blending with other colours , diluting it's base shade ,like mingled faces in crowd
The old rusted nail ,lost its chance to hold memories ,cast aside in the attic , despite hammers efforts to secure hooks