The Withering Bones
Paper thin skin
surrounds those old bones;
bones that have seen decades.
Decades of love, joy,
disappointment and sorrow.
Bones that have held fresh babes
in the smoldering sunlight.
Bones that have sat and watched
a performance unfold.
Bones that have yelled, screamed,
hollered and streaked.
Bones that are now sitting.
Bones that are now decaying.
Bones that are tired,
ready to give in,
not give up.
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