Dwelling

The dwelling built is getting old

Damp in rains, in winters cold

All the members of its cast

Are faded memories from the past


The garden yet looks fresh and young

With seasonal flowers that have sprung

Vines are acting as a suture

Holding it together into uncertain future

Didcot
Aug15
© Ratish

Rhyme words taken from poem below as part of poetry workshop

What Fifty Said..

When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.

Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I got to school to youth to learn the future.

Robert Frost