Accidental Poet

Old Stuff

 

While viewing my old cameras

I hear, “Don’t you have enough?”

Well what can I say?

I just like old stuff

 

So I’ve a passion

For photographic antiques

With every picture

A camera tells a story unique

 

Whether on film

Or digital memory card

An image is made

Of children in the yard

 

They say a picture

Is worth a thousand words

And I’ll not deny the voices

From my cameras I’ve heard

 

The older it gets

Sweeter is the camera’s voice

So when my collection sings

I feel my heart rejoice

 

And not just cameras

Anything that’s vintage

Old paper money and coins

Of rare mintage

 

Even antique furniture

In an old house

How lucky was he

The resident mouse

 

How different life was

In those long ago days

Technology in its infancy

The dawning of a new age

 

Still some other things antique

Like an old poet I know

Every time I look in the mirror

A new grey hair will show

 

Hidden behind barn walls

Forgotten relics of age

With dust and cobwebs

A dance with time is waged

 

To some I might be crazy

They might think I’m really nuts

But I’m just old school

And I like old stuff

 

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