Old or New

Crisp edges

Worn out words

Yellowed pages

Run-on phrases

 

Brand new thoughts

All over the page

Running amock

Old with age

 

Sitting there

With this story of life

Held in my hands

I begin to pour over

What the author thought

Fourty years ago

And what so many have read

since then.

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