weathered.

In the midst 

of my meadow

grow dandelions and wild grass

where control once reigned

I sit. 

Weathered. So weathered.

Still sturdy. 

Yet tired. So tired.

Hoping someone 

will want to take care of me

as I age and

my skin does crack.

         — edwinleroy

  

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