Some people see old junk from the garage.
People like me see the beauty, the sweat of the laborer's hand,
a sporadic curse mumbled under the breath,
the rough, strong hand that caused the
perfectly thumb-sized rust spot on the handle,
perfectly thumb-sized rust spot on the handle,
the ways of the past, remembering a time - long gone by -
when things took a little more effort and stood the test of time quite a bit better.
People like me see the soul of the salt of the earth.
XO, Nyssa
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