The lonely watering can
Forgotten
But waiting to be remembered
Finally gave up
And welcomed the rusty joy
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Ah but it's not alone. It has the loving through fickle wisteria to keep it company. It's move on to the later stages of life. A comfortable retirement. Next thing you know it's going to want to play golf several times a week, in bright plaid knickers no less.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Gentle and calm. It has helped me end my night on the computer with a sigh. thanks.
ReplyDeleteI knew there was something that appealed to me about rust... thanks for uncovering it!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyable writing!
Delightful! I love the old watering can and its graceful beauty as it ages.
ReplyDeleteeach stage is a new journey. nicely magpied!
ReplyDeleteSounds a lot like my everyday retirement .... though I embraced it ~ didn't give up. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteLove this! Bit it isn't alone-it's in good company!
ReplyDeleteand rust is a rather endearing color...and i can just hear its sigh...smiles. nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteSolitude and peace - sounds good.
ReplyDeleteI just wrote my first Magpie Tale and I love this one you have written.
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I like it - like welcoming the inevitable, but not in a way of giving up. Why fight it? Peace has never yet been found in resistance.
ReplyDeleteA little rest, then... Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThis one resonated. Though I too enjoy retirement like that old can, this old can would like to be remembered every now and then too.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love that rusty joy~!
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