The Gun

It lay there, on the ground unhidden.
It laid there for everyone to see.
The guns wooden grip was chipped and abraded.
The metal on the inside curve of the trigger was lighter in color as the blueing was warn.
It laid there, loaded, blamed and ugly. 
It laid there all day, threatening.
A week went by, it waited.
Another week..... a month went by and it waited.
Someone should do something!
It laid there ready, ready and waiting.
It rained, and it waited.
It froze, and it waited.
A year went by and it waited.
It did not care that it waited.
It had no motive, no philosophy.
It had no emotion, no dreams, no regrets.
It waited forever.
It had to wait.
It could do nothing on its own.