Monday, April 29, 2013

Perplexing Parallels



  


New and Old align
The ‘perhaps’ with the done
And all things new are but the vine
With which the old is spun

The Old precedes the New
The new for its fine boast
Cannot replace the tried and true
Of things that matter most

From fancy’s faceless air
Deception weaves its trance
The newness of its untried fare
Entices us to dance

The staidness of the Old
Though lack-luster and bent
Has borne the test where New unfolds
Its shimmering content

Perplexing parallel
Experience and Youth
Yet New with footloose unfledged will
Cannot mutate Old Truth

© Janet Martin

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Eccl. 1:9


2 comments:

  1. How wonderfully you have depicted the stark differences, yes , one day all of us will be old and we should not forget this.

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  2. What a fantastic poem this is, about old and new, youth and age. Love it!

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