What a sad life I lead, stuck here on the wall br with two screws in my guts so that I don't fall. br I am only here to hang a basket, one that is full br of flowers; then to be sprayed with water every br twenty four hours. All I am is a piece of metal br holding a flower basket folly. It has made me br lose my dignity and I feel such a wally. br I was once a proud hanger but all I am now br is a rusty old clanger.My paint is almost gone br and I do feel the strain when on comes the water br or down comes the rain. It's worse in the summer br when the water comes twice a day the weight is br horrendous but who am I to say. br No one cares if I am left out in the cold, I am a wall br bracket who is now growing old. br I am doomed for the scrap yard, that's where all dead br metal goes. They better do it soon because this basket br will hit someone on the nose.