Shaped and Shaping

The people make the place

As the place makes the people

We make ourselves

Whilst being made by others

 

Ivy upon walls grows slowly

As do the friends and years on my heart

When the time comes to pull them off

Scars remain on both, for it is grievous to part

 

Upon time does the power of the current rest

Grinding, scratching, smoothing, honing

Until little of the beginning resembles the end

Then end becomes beginning, and I start anew

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