Words Crafted Poem by Ragy Sandid

In the craft of words
I must tell the truth
That these words you heard
Just mix age with youth

Like hair you plug the grey
And attempt to keep the black
One of them is bound to stay
The other won't find its way back

Not so in the soul that drives
That human to a better self
That's why some of them thrive
Be the book or the dusted on the shelf

The never ending factory of words
Its what makes love and its apostles
Its how one describes what one never heard
Its what makes feelings colossal

In the sea of words mine are but few
I hope to offer in them a precious key
For the young to see the old born anew
And the old to see the younger me