I’ll Never Rust

I say
Old I’ll never be
Better, maybe
Don’t you see?
There is
Far too much to do
Fun to have
So much that’s new
I do not
Plan to sit and rust
I may not have
The time to dust
But this know
Here in my heart
I’ll never let
The cobwebs start
To gather
On my joy of living
Pollute my love
Stop my forgiving

© 4/29/96 By Lucille Falk Miller