This is a poem that represents our love of the past and how we miss its familiarity, but it is also an ode to the overwhelming sense of conformity we feel to what is new and innovative. Because new, isn't always better, and it doesn't always make you happier. Sometimes the oldest things, are timeless. Please enjoy this poem, and tell me anything that it brings to mind. Stories are my life, and I want to hear as many of them as I can and share them with anyone who will listen. Thank you, Persona Story Teller,All Rights Reserved
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