reflections

the old wooden floor
make sounds of history
tell me stories of love and lust
meals and quietness

the walls stand almost straight
have been supporting each other
since i was less than nothing
still walls

the ceiling keeps the weather out
rain snow want to get straight in
all have gone to better fields
defences are all there is left

when looking at myself
the wrinkles look definite
the grey hair is distinct
refurbishment is around the corner

age is the key ingredient
when old is what it takes
age comes in many shapes
but transformation has its cost
the years are all reflections
nothing to do but wait