I'm for bad bowlers and rainy days, I'm the part of town where poverty stays.

I watch without a pulse or breath, Recording life, delaying death. A single blink may fix your view, Preserving moments born anew.

A limb, a nose, a finger, a hose. A home in the attic for off-season clothes. A pillar from which a canopy grows. A boot not for walking, but holding cargo.

I store messages for you to retrieve, But I don’t know what’s said, that you can believe. When the goal is reversed, I wave a red flag, And it will transpire with limited lag.

I can decorate the ground with your creativity, but I cannot withstand the tears from the sky. People use me to writing implement .