Patina Covers Everything
Over time I’ve sat here in my home
And life has come and gone
And time has flown
And all the things have gotten old
Just like my looks and soul
And I sit here staring at the antiques
And I see the patina and my eyes weep
The greeny brown film is covering everything
And if I had the eyes to see
Maybe I would have witnessed
The same film creeping over me
As a show of age that’s passing
But unlike my antiques I know I am not so everlasting
Sitting in this place, this home
Everything has grown so old
Everything has been left behind in time
And cobwebs dust and patina covering everything
Are not the only signs I can see
I see the age through the wrinkles and the grey hair about me
This will be eulogy that will end up defining me
At the end
Covered in patina dust and cobwebs.
Copyright © Fauxcroft Wade | Year Posted 2018
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