A small shoe
a rusted silver bell
a worn blanket
a sign of the glory it once had
The First Stage of Life
A deformed birdhouse, homemade
a torn jacket splattered with mud
a dime earned by the sweat of a young brow
a sign of the glory it once had
The Next Stage of Life
Workboots, overused and full of holes
a tearstained prayerbook
a gold locket, a smiling family within
a sign of the glory it once had
The Third Stage of Life
A parchment written with shaky hand
a will, on a
small fragile platform
a sign of the glory it didn’t have
The Last Stage of Life
Four Stages standing alone
layers of dust
broken beams
torn curtains
a sign of the glory they still have
The Stages of Life
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