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Reminders of a bygone year, reflections of a time,
survivors of a distant past who've long since passed their prime.
With signs of age and weathering a tattered piece survives,
is soon refurbished with old friends of kindred, former lives.
Through time, they bear the aging face of early voguish styles;
we look upon them tenderly with sentimental smiles.
Old artifacts have offered clues that traced a mother tongue
to its inception, at a time when it was very young.
They roll on wheels, they stand on legs, they proudly hang on walls,
they advertise old merchandise, they're rare and treasured dolls.
They're musical, they're sparkling jewels, they're oddities galore;
they're diverse coins and pottery, they're relics from the war.
A clever likeness comes to life to tout a famous name;
renditions offered from a forge are never quite the same.
There's no such place as commonplace when something so unique
can reach beyond one hundred years and render an antique.
Like aging wine, these precious gems have earned their weight in gold.
No gem has seen the light of day quite like the things of olde!
Copyright © William Tatum | Year Posted 2020
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