#yesteryears

Still Vivid it is

Or have I become more lucid?

Or is there something thing

more obstinate than you?

Something doggedly holding onto

the Yesteryears

Time, I thought you're gonna

redeem me

But you failed me instead

Here I'm again penning it down

But now I know

blaming you won't make me any

better..

Suffice to say

I'm forever grateful to you, Time

Grandpa’s tractor, rusted and old, A relic from a time untold, Sitting in the field, a story to be told, Of days gone by, and memories to hold. With its chipped paint and weathered seat, It’s a symbol of a life complete, A life of hard work, from sun to sleet, Of planting, harvesting, and bittersweet. I remember sitting on Grandpa’s lap, As we rumbled across the field, the tractor’s clap, I…