Ever noticed it sitting there, sometimes coiled neatly, but usually just piled in a corner? It used to be important. Its strength was unquestionable. Its purpose was clear.
Now it sits, out of sight, and out of mind. It waits for a call to action that will never come. Many of its links are bent and twisted. Rust has taken its shine and luster. Time has sapped its strength.
The rusted chain rests. Its inevitable return to Nature has begun.
It has no memories. Its time and experience will add no wisdom. It has no strength of character. No moral values to impart. No lessons to teach. Nothing to pass on to future generations.
It is, after all, just a chain.