Photo: Amitai Asif

I am worn,

But not weary.

I’ve weathered many

A winter,

Warmed multiple

Frozen hands,

Filled long lines

Of empty

Stomachs

With stews and soups of

All kinds.

I’ve seen good times

And not so,

Heard voices

Soft

And too loud.

I’ve dried the wet

Off of feet,

The tears off

Of cheeks,

Eased the sorrow of

Broken hearts.

I am worn,

But not weary.

Grab a spoon,

Find a bowl,

And take a seat

By my side.

For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Weathered or worn