Quaintness
Quaintness, antiquatedness often around me they loom,
Menace and threaten me and inject into me gloom.
Melancholy strains fill up my ear drums,
Dull riffs resonates and bring me all the gloom.
Reckoning, estimating and thinking over frivolous, trifling, matters of all kind,
These flow in with ease to my trite, corny mind.
My weary shoulders, heart and mind abound with baggage,
Of the past, it lingers on & my peace it always does sabotage.
Move on, move on, move on…………
You need on yourself to act upon…………….
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