Neglecting My Antique Pages

I stand here, on this self. Untouched, collecting dust
Neglected by the many people. That walk past me each day
They read my spine, “There’s another way”
They shrug and leave me here, alone
I am old, I am fading, and I am difficult
Yet that is no reason why
I should be left to burn to the sky
I am un-read for the last 40 years
Though I have been the mother to laughs and tears
This new generation is infantile
Judgmental, racist and like a feather
They wish to go with the flow
This in the end will bring them below
To there demise, but if they took the time
To not only touch my spine, But to open my pages
Which holds knowledge of ages
And you will see how to live taint free
But you burnt me up to the clouds
Where I lay with a better crowd
To be forever read in heaven.

Neglecting My Antique Pages

Chris Paulson

Carmel, United States

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