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.