The Plight Of Troth Poem by Gordon R Menzies

Some marriages
like old dead trees
long expired, and grey,
stay standing even so,
wooden façades without pith
empty of throbbing sap
but fiercely fossilized
so even in their ending
they embody more majesty
than their younger,
greener rivals, ignorant
of the storms that are coming
That's why some remain together
even after death, hung with moss
the home of gnawing things
because there is more dignity
in remaining proudly erect
despite the blistering weathering
than falling before the saplings