Old Friends

My dear friends
Have worn old faces,
Wrinkled up and lined in places.
Some are stained,
Grimed dark with age,
While faded words run page to page.

Legends old,
And bits of lore,
Like shadows shifting on the floor,
Dance to life
On yellowed pages,
Sung by bards, writ down by sages.

Some old pen
Of  long-ago
Etched a story's ebb and flow,
And left it
Written here for me
Preserved so long and faithfully.
Through the years,
Defying Time,
To keep for me some thought or rhyme.


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