Old Poetry

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Old Poetry


You remind me of an old poem, that I wrote long ago

I really didn't know where it was going, but with time the words began to grow

The words caught light and refracted a melody

And became bent as they grew

Who knew I'd be speaking about you and me

And slowly a tangled web came into view

I picked up all the fragments, and pasted the words upon this page

what a huge development, when the world is your stage

With growth it became beautiful Inspiring even the weakest of poets

It gradually slopes into the inevitable

Upon this blurry paper is where it sits

You are the muse to my ideology

The hope that grows inside my soul

A link that I thought was broken me

And taken more than it's toll

But through these pages your face comes into view

Something I wasn't really expecting to find

And with enough ink this story grew

And captured my spirit and mind


A.D. Small

January 30, 2024

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