rusted and grew beards, and sorrowful eyes even smiling
looked cold bejeweled with crusty ornaments
from christmases past they sat on their porches
almost like statues as the new days dawned and those
with energy left rushed so fast by

to New Year's eve and dancing left in their knees
a smile on their young smiling faces
a spring in their step , born yesterday
and young and carefree
all the day and night in front of them

counting the boards on the porch got
old ten years ago, but as I wish for things to appear
I think it may come about by
ten boards counted
instead of eleven