HARD TIMES TO AN AGING HEART

i lived a long life on the farm
my hands, they are old and scarred
my blue jeans are stained
from the dirt and the pain
the fields used to be luscious and green
now they are old, nonfertile and empty
lost my wife to a snow storm
lost my son in the great war
just like the aging of my heart
life's troubles have come and passed
but this heart is still pumping fast
i guess this is the life on the farm

© 1996 thomas bates