Old Newspapers
When I’m away The New York Times
Gets piled beside my door.
(For longer trips, I hang a bag
To keep them off the floor.)
I read them all when I get back,
In order that they came,
Enjoying news that’s “old;” at least,
That’s what some people claim.
I likely know the bare bones
Of most stories and their stars
From radio and news shows.
(I’ve been gone, but not to Mars!)
Still, there’s so much in the details
A reporter gets to break
That it’s worth a read days later
(And to me, it’s never “fake!”).
So I’m catching up on articles
And crosswords and obits
And until I’m where I should be,
I will never call it quits!
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