Worn Weathered Woman A worn weathered woman ponders the past with fleeing memories of laughter Time has taken a toll; too many tears, flowing like a raging river into the heart Fragile, the feeling of being fragile, shoulders are carrying a load too heavy A load of memories that bring back pain upon remembrance of broken dreams, lost love, the heart breaking separation of loved ones by death Like a history book, life entrenches it's history into the heart and mind There are no war hero's here, only sloppy growth and an occasional gleeful moment A worn and weathered woman wonders what she has accomplished if any thing Perhaps it is the courage to live Day by day To face old age A worn and weathered woman see things for what they are Daydreams are few and far between now days Memories are more that enough, maybe too much even Worn and weathered, seasoned by life Broke but not broken beyond repair Wise with wisdom, a sage with life written deep in her heart Worn and weathered by life This woman Yet she loves