#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book
that led me through every nook
and every corner of discovery
of life's long journey,
this old soul saw it all

sympathy? I ask not for sympathy
from toil unceasing
to travails unending
this old soul lived it all

cared for many in empathy
the darkened cooking shade
my house of prayer
sanctified in eons of despair
this old soul gave it all

charity my most profiting trade
legs...