Maureen Scott

I am young, I have
Perfected my past.
It is done. Nothing
Can be altered now.
Sunk in time,I am
Imprinted in my mould.
It will grow much
Cover, deceive, appear
And seem to change.
But the house now
Has its foundation.
Nothing that hangs
From its walls can
Exist without that
Structure. And when
It falls away, into
Decay, the frame will
Stand last, testament
Of its past.

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