Yes, the paint peels,
but the building stands strong.
Never underestimate old walls
or their ability to survive
even the worst weather.
About this poem
We had some crazy wind this weekend. It rattled the windows and shook the doors for two days. Branches and trees were flying everywhere. My lawn furniture, still covered in snow, blew over.
And my two-hundred-year-old house just stood there, unbothered. It made me smile. Make things well, they survive.
Works for people too.