Old and Dusty
Old books and old men.
I am that old and dusty book which sits forgotten on the shelf.
A spine so soft and deeply cracked, the frail remains of sounder self.
The musty smell of better days, discolouration; far from new.
Not much to look at, harshly judged - if covers all you choose to view.
But look beyond that jacket worn, ignore the tired signs of age.
And words of wisdom might be found, in memory or on a page.
So next you pass that dusty book, or man, don't let them idly sit.
Try opening a dialogue, and seek to learn a little bit.
About the Creator
Dane Fuller
My life is a cage but on the page I'm free.
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