What do you call old, tell me true,
It only ripens, it only grows through.
Once a child, so soft and new,
Now understands what life can do.
Nothing is old, if you see through,
Time just changes every view.
Maybe time itself feels old too,
Thoughts get deeper, strong and true.
Then they return with a fresher hue,
Nothing is old, it just renews.
It only ripens, it only brews,
New and old are feelings we choose.
If you feel deep, old has value,
New may fade, we never knew.
Old holds trust, steady and true,
Nothing is old in the real view.
It only ripens, it only grew,
Be it a bond between a few.
Time reveals what is true,
Lets each relation slowly accrue.
Old shows form that always grew,
Nothing is old, it just comes through.
It only ripens, it only grew.
6.36pm19 March 2026






