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I'm Old & Rotten
I am made up of rotten pages,
spelt ink,
and old smells.
Once I sat upon a pretty little book shelf
crisp and new.
My pages
none were torn or tattered,
but with passing of time
I became old
cracked,
falling apart.
With centuries that passed
many hands touched my binder
fumbled my pages
and reading my print.
Once never to be forgotten
now I'm old,
rotten,
and time has forgotten,
my importance,
my countenance,
my change.
spelt ink,
and old smells.
Once I sat upon a pretty little book shelf
crisp and new.
My pages
none were torn or tattered,
but with passing of time
I became old
cracked,
falling apart.
With centuries that passed
many hands touched my binder
fumbled my pages
and reading my print.
Once never to be forgotten
now I'm old,
rotten,
and time has forgotten,
my importance,
my countenance,
my change.
Published 13th Nov 2014
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13th Nov 2014 1:22am
this book has served a proud purpose, ravaged by time & fascinated readers. how many have revered its wisdom...
13th Nov 2014 1:30am
Books are always worthy of my attention, I have some that are full of my fingerprints because I like to rub the pages as I'm reading. I get stains all over my hands too, so I thought I should write a poem about it.
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16th Nov 2014 9:03am
I credit you for making a meaningful observation about a common occurrence in life. I'll definitely view books in a new way from now on.
17th Nov 2014 4:41pm
One of my points I tried to make in this poem is that we have lost our ability has humans to see the value that books have in our lives today. Our need to advance in this digital age has taken away the values of printed literature, to me that's sad.
