It feels old but its new
Like these steps i'm taking
was token before
Its fresh off the rack
and yet it still feels like its from the Salavation Army Stack
it's nothing wrong with that
But still i wonder why i contemplate on the freshness of this
why i don't accept this and let that be that
I find i can't let go
I sit here with it in my hands thinking of who said its new
wonder why i have to be so judgemental
about a peice of fabric
its new i guess
its new so i must settle this
put it back on the rack
or buy it and put it on my back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem