Born Old
I was born an old soul and always a
step out of time. It seems old things just
come to me, like vintage jewelry
interesting found in antique shops
and second hand stores. I found a fancy
cup with a small chip yesterday and
it is pretty on my window ledge. Dust,
and cobwebs in depths will
not bother me when I am on a hunt. Even
tattered books find a forever home,
and just ask my friends, I set my table with
mismatched dishes beautiful . . .
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October 19, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Born Old
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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