Thursday, October 9, 2008

Old is Gold

Yesterday, while rummaging
Through Memory’s dark attic,
I came across an old love-
Dusty, sooty, grubby…and old.

But when with weary heart
And trembling hands,
I brushed the cobwebs away;
Wiped off the smudge
Of wasted years and tears,
I found it still shining,
Splendid as ever before-
Old indeed is gold.

4 comments:

dark nymph said...

i loved it...

jinju said...

Thank u Dark Nymph...u made my day!

KParthasarathi said...

A beautiful thought expressed so well in verse

jinju said...

Thnk u KP :)