Old time-wearied barn
all but disintegrated
on familiar well trodden path;
stands as sentinel
to a time gone by.
An ancient remnant
crooked and bent,
has lost more slats than
still remains;
shows more light
shining through it
than not.
Dear old barn,
a friend to this traveler
you are poignant reminder
to aging beauty;
I hope my light
shines as brightly.
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