Oct 2020
Rust the sight
The sound
Of it
Reminding me
Of age
Well weathered
The storms
Leaving imprints
Of yesterday
Not willing
To go away
But rather to
Leave a reminder
Of a Life
Well lived
The sound
Of it
Reminding me
Of age
Well weathered
The storms
Leaving imprints
Of yesterday
Not willing
To go away
But rather to
Leave a reminder
Of a Life
Well lived
