Old Things Poem by Tygrr Robertson

A sweet old spirit,
…whispers by
Asking me,
if I’d like to say hi
I respond back to you,
…with best intent
No way will I ever,
misrepresent

A new friend I’ve found,
…I’m sure of this
Just chatting with you,
makes me nervous
The nerves,
…are not long to stay
As your wit engulfs me,
Totally

Drawn towards,
…this spirit before me
Your charismic energy,
drives me to implore thee
Please tell me more,
…I want to know all about you
Feeling certain,
That you are about to

Even though we are,
…new friends to be
I feel it will have,
…an old familiar quality