The Toll Of Time

Time slips.

The Toll of Time

I am but a leaky bucket,

once galvanised, robust,

fit for purpose.

People used to see my utility,

value my honest strength

until that is, the rot set in

and the rust of ages swarmed

across my skin.

Now the dawn of plastic

has become,

I am redundant

and consigned to the past.

 

09/04/15

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... antiquity can be desirable
with strains of Mozart. A summer in the
shade can be sensuous. My mind to me a
Kingdom has become. truly... Pat

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I appreciate your kind and wise words Pat and you reviewing this piece. I guess I am so used to looking after children and wives and working that doing none of these takes some getting used to.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... We are our "Spirit" which is
the essence of our soul.
We bring little spirits into the world
and share caring and wisdom in many
ways. The circle of life has a
spiritual meaning... Amen.

[....................]

We all rust sometime and unfortunately we start to notice it way before we are ready to accept it. I love the metaphor here, John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you FTL

[Matching Socks]

An old relic nowadays...
Is this not true of our aging population as well?
In the workforce, the old replaced with young.
What happened to 'they don't make them like they used to'?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Great question. I guess nowadays everything is disposable. Back 'in the day' they repaired buckets!

[Matching Socks]

So much more environmentally friendly and economical.
Let's reverse the movement. How much plastic would be find at the bottom of lakes and oceans?
What a disgusting thought.

[wordman]

like an old man looking back through his youth and worth

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Exactly what I was trying to convey. Thank you Wordman.

[wordman]

you are welcome