I seek the words
Others no longer use,
Found by the wayside
In states of disrepair,
Neglected and unfashionable
In need of attention
And some loving care.
Some can be brushed down,
Others need much more
But each was once
The vehicle of meaning
The carrier of feeling
Pathways to understanding
Winged messengers
Hermes, each and everyone,
Worthy of time spent
Collecting and relaying to pages
To touch the minds of the young,
A select number of the young
For not all find beauty
In things of a bygone age,
And that my friend
Is beyond contestation.

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