Aging Bones

In my aging bones,
Experience taught me well.
As I go forth from year to year,
I glory in...what I can tell.

Life has been the teacher,
And I have been the child.
Doing what I was called to do,
Is the way that I was styled.

Decisions gained by hardship,
Bore deep within my soul.
So much that in my gaining,
I watched the future roll.

Starvation faced me many times,
I nibbled as I ate...
And faltering as I reached my hand,
To take it from the plate.

My bones are creaking at the joint,
No part of me is young.
Yet in my years I have partook,
And reverenced with my tongue.


E.P. 1908 - 1989