Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Old and new

If you think of me as that ol man
On the block,
I would love to be so,
For old is like finding grace,
Finding Philos as my proper place,

But then if you think of me as that new kid in town,
I would love to be that too,
For youth gives me colors
Finding feathers of a peacock,

So the choice is yours,
I am just
A whiff of a breeze,

I carry only leaves
And their murmur.

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