When I’m too old to carry on
Can’t light a pipe or write a song
Don’t dump me in a elder home
Lest I die out all alone
Prop this body against a tree
Cover with leaves then sing to me
Drink and dance till no eye dry
While I rise to fly fly fly
Black Trees by codifyer
I am not pristine. I am weathered.
My flesh bears the mark of all my indulgences and injuries.
Though it was I who stumbled, my body fell.
I love my carriage now.
It has borne me along all these years.
I know it, recognize it as mine, am grateful for its service.
A home for my soul, twisted no longer.
Came through the dark night, my starling, to shine.
Halloween Portrait of the Performer and Philosopher LuRain Penny by the Lady She lives with.