Old shoes
Old clothes
Old me
Old you
Old home
New words
New tales
New songs
New beginning
New secrets
New furnishings
Where do I keep my
Oldness
Amidst this bizarre
Newness
The madness of
Not knowing
Not following
At the airport
While saying goodbye ?
At the bus stop
Letting them go by ?
At the train station
Puffing up with the engine ?
At the shore ?
If the ship gets wrecked ?
Then what ?
She shakes her head
And laughs
It's the latest technology
They don't get wrecked
We have to just throw away
What we can't repair
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