Constance La France Poet Narrative

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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Alexis Y. October 20, 2016 at 10:14 AM Hi BW, I guess I'm an soul too. I love the old classic movies. I really enjoyed this piece . Thanks for showing us a glimpse of you :-) Alexis

Keith Logan October 19, 2016 at 2:59 PM beautiful indeed. I like this so I guess that means I like you too. Keep writing, cheery verse is always welcome.

Tim Smith October 19, 2016 at 1:28 PM Just perfect, imperfections and all...that's what makes them great

Chris Green October 19, 2016 at 11:29 AM What a gorgeous picture you paint with this poem. I am the same it seems, chips or cracks don't matter, if I like it, I like it. That goes for your poem as well, I like it. :)