Rust and all things old.

They are not costly 

Not so important 

About seldom told

In a small trunk somewhere

There beauty holds

All things rusty

And memories of gold

Sometimes you keep that card

Sometimes you tear it apart

Sometimes it’s in your thoughts

Sometimes it’s a forgotten sock

Rusty and all things old

They are always with us

But about seldom told.

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