I've had just enough time to... learn from an old bucket
Taken one evening in Kansas City on a stopover...
This old
bucket has seen better days
New and
shiny, smooth and tough
Strong
and sturdy, rugged and stout
Whether
water, sand or soil
It
carried with unbridled joy
Proud to
be tough, to rough it out
But the
years had taken its toll
Knocked
and dropped, dented and cracked
Soldered
and patched, when it got too bad
Discarded
like a soiled rag
Another story, sad
of the old bucket taking in the sun...
One day
it was picked up and painted over
Its role
in Life completely altered
A humble
pot to hold beautiful plants
Put in a
corner to welcome the sun
This old
bucket has seen better days
But the
old bucket disagrees
It has
never seen days as good as these
