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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