New Always Becomes Old Poem by Paula Glynn

You go to the busy shops
You buy everything in sight
From hats, jackets, scarfs,
Skirts, dresses, shorts and trousers
Shirts, sweaters and cashmere
To stockings, tights and socks
And to makeup from vibrant lipsticks
To skin matching foundations
To eye-catching mascaras
Eyeshadows and face powder
Every luxurious makeup item
To be sold on the shop floor
Designer clothes and makeup
To be worth a lot more
When compared to the sale items

Then you buy your cars and large house
You buy colourful new carpets
New rugs, lamps, kitchenware
New everything for your kitchen
New wallart for your lounge
You pay for expensive holidays
You pay for expensive mini breaks
Money made whatever it takes
For in life you catch all the breaks

Yet the clock keeps moving
The seconds don't stop
The minutes don't stop
The hours don't stop
The days don't stop
The weeks don't stop
The months don't stop
The years don't stop
The decades don't stop
The centuries don't stop

Your riches to become history
Your way of life to others a mystery
Your riches just a memory
Your luxuries just a memory
Your expensive shoes
Just a wonderful memory
Of days and nights you cannot get back
Even with your endless photographs
And your timeless films
Everything new becoming old

With time your tale told
Your memories pure gold
Your soul never sold
If you don't accept fool's gold
For even though you are old
Your love can never be sold
Given away or wrongfully stolen
Your memories happy and golden.

For the universe does never forget
And your wise decisions
You shall never regret
Knowing new becomes old
But you are always in existence
Yourself your only guide
Letting go of temporary materials
That left you yearning yet blind
But your eyes now open
Where peace you have in your stride