Fifty two weeks, fifty two prompts, fifty two poems! |
Here and there some wear and tear But the wood looks quite unscathed Walls are weary, floors dreary Doors and windows not even faded Dad's hands shaky his steps hesitant His sense of humour intact Artificial teeth, knees and stent His words with wisdom packed The body houses the soul But it's not the whole The skin has a lot wrapped in it Time takes a toll Age plays a role But can't destroy the spirit Doors and windows let fresh air in And let the dust go out Finally, happiness does win When heart and soul are stout The cracks and crumbles can be mended The aches and pains can vanish When only good is intended No suffering can tarnish A life well lived is a blessing for those left behind to recall It's not the bits that shriveled up But the deeds that stood up tall |