there’s
something to be said
of the new,
shiny,
young and
bold,
things that
sparkle
and covered
in gold,
of
adventures planned
and futures
untold.
there’s
something to be said
of the old,
ramshackle,
bedraggled and
rusty,
things faded
and a little
musty,
of pathways
traveled
and
footpaths dusty.
anticipation of tomorrow
and reflection of yesterday.
one seeks a story
to tell of future glory;
the other,
grasps at past glory
to tell a teaching story.
*from the files of very bad poetry by bia

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