Things Poem by Phil Soar

Things



Each time I reach for something new, the old seems better placed
And things I know are passed their best, I know I should replace
But some things are so special, while some are just my hoard
They are something I rely on, whenever I am bored

Thursday, July 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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