Broken Windmill

I saw a broken windmill It is so sad, you know, to see It did its job all its life Now it crumbles painfully The wind no longer whirls Amongst its broken blades The beauty is now lost somehow The charm too seems to fade As I look across the open field The cattle grazing the day away I see the broken windmill Trying desperately to sway Its pieces so pathetically Hang and droop and bang The wind seems to avoid it where A sweet melody once sang How sad it is, don’t you think? Perhaps the farmer one day Will repair it and make it whole Of he might possibly take it away!