Memories are made by moments,
That's what the say.

Struggles can be justified,
By who you are now...
That's what they believe.

So here I stand,
Burnt out,
Worn out,
But still with my shine.

Marred by the elements,
Scarred by time,
Full of memories,
Dried up eyes,
With tales to tell.

Old and weary I may be,
Creaky bones are what I have,
More of cracks and rust are seen,
But cast me not away...
For with age comes wisdom,
That's what we know.

Ingrained in me are tales untold,
My scars are pictures of our past,
Dust me up and set me above,
Give me a chance to light up again,
And in my last dimming lights,
Let's turn the rewind button...
Do walk with me down this path.

©Joy