Age

People Laughed

/ N. P. Ryan

Poetry on the subject of value, age and perception.

With thanks to Jude K. S. for use of the header image; and likewise to Heather Green for the backing image used on Instagram (licensing). 

People laughed
Because the pages
Were yellow with age
What you want to keep
That pad for?
They’d always say
Never realising
That what the paper
Carried in the curvy
Writing of a hand
Would be lost forever
So couldn’t be just
Thrown away
Even the idea
Terminology used
To describe casting aside
Was so beneath that
Contained inside

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N. P. Ryan

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