Brown and old, you've been through a lot but you’re not broken,
You’ve carried a lot over the years, and you're still standing strong,
You've been through storms and turbulent times, yet you're still here,
Wish I could say all these would make you stronger,
But no, you'll eventually decay, lose your usefulness and disappear,
Like all your kind are eventually bound to,
Destroyed by things so little, I don't always see them.
