Worn

There are walls that used to form a house
A house that was the source of life
To many boys and girls
Glee and light, love and warmth
Now open to the frost and rain
The weather wears them down

Another collection of stones
With many lain to sleep beneath
In lieu of a stony building
Filled with worried faces
Outside in the deluge of morning
The weather wears them down

Deep in the forested night
A creaking crag in the face of a cliff
Beleaguered and broken down
A million shards of splintered ice
Cracked and split to smooth pebbles
The weather wears them down

And in the windswept cities
Of a thousand people beaten by fear
Eyes to the floor and autumn in hand
Like the flocks they left behind
Herding themselves through life
The weather wears them down.