I have seen this a few times and wanted to pass it on.
Years ago this Barn was tall and straight. The roof held in snow, wind, and rain. The walls kept the things inside safe and dry. It was a safe shelter for critters, things, and sometimes people. Many a birth took place here along with a death or two. Treasures were stored here. Sometimes secrets buried too. With time things changed. Boards aged, sagged, warped, weathered, and became loose. The roof not so tight let in a few drops of rain here and there. The barn no longer the safest shelter from the storm it once was.
The barn now struggles to do the job it once did. Still eager to hold its own it stand there.
For those who take the time to look past the graying wood and thinning roof there is beauty to be seen, a story to tell, and a life of service. Sometimes looking in the mirror I know how the barn feels. The will is still there. I have strength to give but I am twisted and bent. I see the sagging skin and wrinkles of time but I earned each one and I am okay with them. Not proud just content. I may not be as strong or as beautiful as I was in my youth but I am strong in different ways. I will hold your treasures. I will keep your secrets. I will shelter you when you need me. I will hold you tight when you ask. I have the wisdom found in places of age.
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