The pages were worn
been handled many a time,
the pages are torn
some prose, some rhyme.

It sat high on a cold winter shelf
to some it no longer has use,
but to me its shined like a wise old elf
still filled with an ample abundance of juice.

The leaves no longer look sprightly and new
some are rumpled, wrinkled, and crumpled,
but holding hidden wisdom-- sublime to view
it has existed, gone on, and been humbled.

Although its cover may be old
and dusty around the folds,
it still has a story to be told
and feels so nice to hold.

And so we shape our time together
feasting on remorses and joys of past,
talking about the weather
wondering how long this book will last.

This book will be buried soon
its uniqueness will go too,
its presence was such a special boon
and although old, it was so.
............................so brand new.