The Wisdom of Rust

The Wisdom of Rust

As rust creeps slow, an ancient stain,

Each fragment speaks of time unplanned,Its creeping touch brings wisdom’s gain.

Through iron’s skin, the darkened strand,

Each mark a whisper from the past,A tale of years in slow command.

In every fleck, a shadow cast,

From youth’s bright glow to tarnished hue,Wisdom’s growth, both deep and vast.

The slow decay, a quiet cue,

To cherish years as they unfold,Each layer rich, and none askew.

With time’s embrace, the truth is told,

In rust, we see our lives appear,In wisdom’s grasp, the worth we hold.

Through each slow scar, our stories meld,

A dance of time we come to know,The wisdom of the ages held.

Embrace the spread of rust’s slow show,

The wisdom gained from years well spent,In every flaw, a truth will grow.