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GLIMPSE OF OLD THINGS .
GLIMPSE OF OLD THINGS
Think of old things, of people at ease,
lovers relaxing and life being lived.
If you could go back where would you go?
Would you go to an old Roman bath
and listen to idle talk?
Me, I’d go to the dawn of time
to see what was before.
I’d like to work in an old library
and read new manuscripts.
This is a journey back in time,
yours and mine...
Monday 17th February 2014 6:20 pm
OLD
OLD
Take the lid off the old wooden box and peer inside, what is there? What do you see? An old bullet from the Korean war, a discoloured gemstone from a broken lover’s necklace.
A curling yellow photo of lost teenage friends, now no more, one lost to drugs.
Some ancient coin from a faraway land, unreadable language.
Now put back the lid and pause for thought. If you...
Thursday 15th December 2011 1:31 pm
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