The Weight of my old age

by The coastal writer

How many times have I seen you take water from the fountain.

With your head bowed, your white hair pinned with a pin made of bone.

I was just a child but I began to understand what dignity meant.

You never asked for help and you never said "Enough is enough."

Only now, when time has also bleached my hair, I understand how important your example was for me.

Then I too will continue to carry the weight of my age to the door of my house...