Going My Way?

 

This card was sent to my grandmother (who passed away 34 yrs. ago)  when she was young...

For centuries fathers and mothers

Have waved good-bye to sons and daughters

And wound heartstrings around the world

For centuries work, worry and wonder

Have worn us clean through

Only to bid us come-hither and do it all again

For centuries life’s nickel-and-diming

Appointments grin in our climbing toward

Penniless paupers in the grave

For centuries time has tricked us

Into thinking what we knew was new

Until we learned; nothing is new after all

For centuries the tree limb buds

Blooms, bears and breaks while we make

Wind-song memories and apple-cakes

For centuries we build up and tear down

While calendar pages scatter like

Tatters from a vintage gown

© Janet Martin

Already...a week of 2016 in the books!