Old Is Gold

By S Varshini

Recollections of sweet memories,

from reserved boxes of treasuries,

We sing-along with nostalgic tunes,

and travel miles to gaze at ancient runes,

Stories from old library books,

Tasty meals from the hands of veteran cooks,

The wise counsels from the cheery old,

These moments are more precious than gold.

By S Varshini

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