The Rusty Wheels of Time: A Sonnet of Forgotten Skills

Long dormant skills, once honed with care and might,

Now lie in slumber, shrouded by the years.

The mind, once nimble, struggles to ignite

The spark of memory, as doubt appears.

With trembling hands and hesitation's grip,

We reach for tools once wielded with such ease.

The task looms large, a daunting partnership

Of will and rusty talent ill at ease.

Yet perseverance lights the shadowed way,

As muscle memory stirs from its repose.