by Mary Ellen South
I'm tired- many roads I have travelled.
I'm old- many paths I have taken were not easy.
I'm forever still now,
My youthful days are over.
I can see the mountains from where I am
A good place to be.
A reminder of my adventures crossing them
Too many to recall just now.
My exterior is rusted
My interior no longer shines
I'm glad for the scars
They show a life well driven.
I'm tired- but I deserve to be
I worked hard for all those around me
I carried many a load
I'm not abandoned, I'm just at rest.