The old wood
Dry
Greyed
Cracked
Dry
Greyed
Cracked
The old iron
Rust
Pitted
Flaked
Like me
Still strong
Tag: ageing
Shadows and Rust
As the days go by
Time chips away
At memories
Falling away
As flakes of rust
From old iron
Time chips away
At memories
Falling away
As flakes of rust
From old iron
As the years proceed
The man I was
Drifts further
And further
Into the shadows
Until, in the mirror
There is only
The man who is
Measuring Time
I measure time
Not in terms of history
But by how much
I have left to do
Not in terms of history
But by how much
I have left to do
Old Wood
I love old wood
Its warmth
Its texture
Its warmth
Its texture
I love the way time
And the elements enhance
Its beauty
Its value
Judge not…
Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
~ Genesis, Watcher of the Skies
We create spaces
Walk away from them
Return, re-visit, renovate
We take what was
And make of it
Something else
Whether for utility
Or a statement
What is there in a laugh?
What is there in a laugh that time avoids to know?
Look at all the people out there playing
Running from the past
“Can I make my bus,” he cries, “or will I see the show?”
We surround ourselves with time
Building with the laughter a doorway to the mind
The red granite marble
The red granite marble
Rests in his bed of grasses and rock
In the gum tree’s shadow
Rests in his bed of grasses and rock
In the gum tree’s shadow
A marble that never rolled an inch
Nor was shot from a giant’s thumb
Nor tossed by demonic whim
Sitting here in the sun
Sturdy as the crystalline block
He once was on this very spot
Be made of iron
Steel
Be made of steel
Be made of steel
Or iron
Yes, even better
Be made of iron
Iron ages
Rusts
Like the lines etched
In an old man’s face
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