70

70 years and still there.
Abused and battered,
left out in the rain,
for far too long.
A forgetful old friend,
helpful to the end.
You mender of hearts,
bones and so much more.
Many times you’ve
made me whole again.
Kept me in until
the storm is over.
Even the privileged
make use of your skills.
Long may you live.
Long may you disprove
all who wish you ill.


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