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!