Old things.
Dusty and creaky
Fading away
Storytellers
Historians
Teachers
Discarded
Worthless…
Priceless.
I am drawn to old things;
Old people, old animals.
Old structures.
I listen to the whispered tales they share
of a time gone by,
a connection that pulses
through my very veins.
The day will soon come
when I will be an old thing,
fierce and wrinkled and wise-
Glorious and proud in my old-ness,
anything but worthless-
And, oh,
what stories I will tell.
Heavy D several years ago with Sophie and Coops…
The View from Here 
Seems the culture of youth has relegated “old” things to the trash heap. I refuse to stay young and yet I also refuse to be discarded… To rephrase a t-shirt that is popular right now: “They whispered to her “you cannot withstand the storm”, she whispered back, “I AM the storm”
I love that! I will be the storm with you. 😊❤️