To the books in black, and to the lost wood track,
I can feel that you feel alone,
Alone; for we people have met with your interesting new clone.
Amazon prime is our new love, and roads have added an immense comfort to our life's part,
We visit you once in a million,
when either we wish to pretend being a bibliophile or show the love for tracking we carry in our heart.
Look this is no strange,
And even you know; you and the other fellow humans are in the same range!
We are so careless,
For whatever old we possess.
Now be it the oldies just like you and the adventurous track,
Or the people who helped heal our heart when it had a crack.
We want the change to be the only constant,
With new companies, new things, and all together a new life story onset.
And yes, no doubt change keeps us alive,
But in the end, it is the "old memories and mates" for which we strive.
I think we should care for, and enjoy the old just like we love to live and care for the new,
Hurting no one, helping all, loving others and smiling in hue.
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