I Used to Be...
- Alex T. Smith
- May 12, 2016
- 1 min read
I used to be a plastic plate,
Tough and flexible,
Easy to clean and hard to break,
Not very fancy,
Prone to being warped by heat.
Then I became a Cast Iron Skillet,
Strong and heavy,
Unwavering in heat
Practical and rustic
Long lasting and old fashioned,
With a hearty, down-home flavor
If I live, I’ll grow to be,
An anvil
Able to be hammered about,
Tolerant and docile
Others will mold themselves by my foundation
Self-sufficient and stand alone, yet supportive of the weak
Unbreakable and pure,
Used to high stress.
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