I am the way
God made me,
nothing more
and nothing less.
We all have our cracks,
yet I am not broken enough
to fix.
I may be stuck in my ways,
only because I know
they work well.
I’m not looking
to be understood.
Things have changed,
new ages
came and went,
but I’m still here,
rock-solid.
Time has told me
only one thing,
that I am well-designed.
To endure
means a lot more
in the long run
than to conquer.
Rarely do I reflect
on what has brought me here,
I know only
how to survive.
“The fish is that last to know
it lives in water.”
The File Pile 