Burnished
Pitted
Patinaed
Pitted
Patinaed
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
I find the steel
Within
To go on
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind