Perceived Beauty

In a time of long ago my muscles
were not afraid to sow a little sweat.

Working at various jobs caused
muscles to grow into bragging rights

with trimming highway brush
dragging logs from Baie
Carriere to a waiting chain-boom

and working in the mine with a
variety of tasks---including laying track.

I remember those memory days
as I shuffle older legs to the supper table.

Today young bloods share tales
of tattoo symbols with pain expressed
into dollars and little sense

and I discovered through climbing
mountains in life beauty
is more like wild blossoms

with love spilling on the sidewalk
from each pressing step.

© Richard L. Provencher