Analysis of The salvager.

My umbrella designed with flora,
never been tired in sun or rain
and It saved my head,
from any mishappen.

It obeyed its duty,
for more than one decade.
Very often I lost my confidence
when my head was deprived from its shade.

But oneday it had been retired
and was replaced by a new one.
It was the begining of another salvagor.
The old one was taken away by a peddler.

It is since long but seems yestarday,
i have been with a new one
but very often my mind craves for
the old salvager.