I love old styles like art deco
The swirls and curls of art nouveau
The mirrows might show off-white teeth
But smiles hint layered wit beneath
My home's a store, chutney pleasures
I hoard hordes of games and treasures
Old gold, like jewels to behold
Old friends' names kept like Scrabble games
Old wonky drawers, parquet floors
Extending tables, solid doors
A garden where old roses grow
Dictionaries of words roots I know
No empty days, so much to do
More words creating something new
Wrinkles draw stories on faces
New shops, revive, open places
Roman stones found when we build new
Can the old folk be me and you
Grand children do not see grey hairs
But gladly climb the steepest stairs
Grandchildren glow and learn old games
And we remember old friends' names
We've read all books, know how to cook
And don't judge everyone by looks
Instead dress up when it's required
Effort ensures that we're admired
Retired, create, before expired
Share piled knowledge we've acquired
Though it's harder to push pedals
We display prizes and medals
Just like an old but comfy car
The world's amazed we drove so far..
-ends-.
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