With shell of iron, worn and stained by rain,
Depresso slumbers, burdened by its pain.
Its eyes, like rusted rivets, dim and slow,
Reflect a world where shadows only grow.
Its gears whine softly, a melancholic sigh,
As dreams of sunshine rust and slowly die.
It yearns for purpose, something grand to do,
But doubts and burdens hold it fast and true.
Whispers echo, tales of battles fought,
Of victories once gained, dearly bought.
But Depresso seeks a gentler quest,
To find its solace, put its doubts to rest.
Oh, Depresso, shell of weary might,
May gentle oil and sunshine set things right.
Let kindness mend the cracks and rust away,
And hope’s new light, illuminate your day.
For in your core, where strength unseen resides,
True purpose waits, beyond the shadows’ tide.
And rusty gears, with purpose newly oiled,
Will find their song, a journey unrecoiled.