Tonight, you'd think the wind could knock me over.
I am arthritic, creaking at the joints.
I try to stand tall and stoic, but I groan.
Involuntary, that.
I am neither gnarled nor crumbled.
Yet.
One day I will be.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
Tonight, you'd think the wind could knock me over.
I am arthritic, creaking at the joints.
I try to stand tall and stoic, but I groan.
Involuntary, that.
I am neither gnarled nor crumbled.
Yet.
One day I will be.
