Poem: The Old Wooden Spoon

The Old Wooden Spoon

The old wooden spoon,
chipped with the patina of age,
a thing some might have discarded,
but you cling to simply because
it has been made beautiful
with use.

About this poem.

Aging I have decided, is on the whole, a beautiful thing. Yes, I miss the vigor of my youth, but the trade-off, a life of adventure and (sometimes) well-lived, is something you don’t have when you are young.

The picture was taken at the Old House Parts store in Kennebunkport, Maine.


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