The Copper Vase

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A tell-tale ragged seam of brass:
One artisan’s skill repairing another’s creation.
At first, I was disappointed

But, as time has exposed my ragged seams,
I’ve come to appreciate the artisan who worked in brass.

I shine it regularly now
And turn the vase to show the seam.

As I march into my middle years, stately, firmly
I hear the brass—the trumpets, horns and flutes,
I comb my hair and let the gray strands decorate my years.

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