THE AGED GUIDE

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Time gave you wrinkles,wrinkles all over your face.
And yet there are no signs of crumbling,no,not a  trace.
Your spine is weak after all these years,your body is coming apart,
You put yourself together,and try to make sense from the end to the start.

People look at you and think you don't have anything to offer,
Little do they know,that you are an invaluable coffer.
The way you look,you feel,your musty smell.
The way you drag me into a fantasy spell.

When I look at you on the roadside,spread,
I badly want to take you home and read you in bed.
I do my best to give you a home,to take you away,
Always trying to hoard as much as I can in a day.

They don't want you anymore it seems,
They don't need you anymore to have dreams.
They are lost with a newer compact generation,
They have forgotten that you were the foundation.

Your descendants are just inadequate clones,
Just the skin without any of em' bones.
You made me what I am and will be,
You sowed the seeds of imagination,that is now a tree.

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Mirchi Laddoo said…
This is my favourite post :-)
May 31, 2012 at 5:21 PM
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