Fading Print

 
The fading print  
thoughts an ages-while ago
on yellow paper,
contemporary in their time
have lost their sense.
Right in their time, less meaning now
We've had time to think.
Time has healed, it always will
we should have waited,
not wasted years on idle thoughts
but torn the pages, shred by shred.
Had they been carved in stone
not scribble on cheap paper
the labour in the carving
would have been better spent,
than the hasty pen.