Trades of The Old

The future remains fond of past creations
But neglects the sequel to its own passions
 
New ways fail to cling onto the roots that bind
Reinforcing an indication of things to come
Feeble traditions lose their luster and gleam
Costly arrangements promote their downfall
 
Laboring yesteryears dedicate themselves
Through the thick of time they push forth
Memories sustain the message they live for
Breathing souvenirs into the lungs of new
 
Fate harbors pleasing worlds of former lives
Forever lingering within trades of the old