The Old Relic Poem by David Boyce

THE OLD RELIC

The old relic is just sitting there
Looking dull and drawn
Its appearance is very bleak
Just like the daily dawn

It looks all chipped
And cracked within
It looks as if
It needs the bin

The old relic,
Is worth more than that
It is as precious
As a dog or cat

Through time it grows
In all its worth
One day it will return
Back to the earth


Written by David Boyce
23 May 2005


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