It sits there, waving its merry wave
as people pass
paying it no mind.
All it wants to do is greet them,
wish them a good day.
Over the years, the dirt and grime
kicked up by so many feet
clog its workings.
Its arm stiffens, its wave hardly a wave
and its painted smile flaking
but still it goes on,
hoping that one day, someone will wave back.