NEW VERSES OLD

Sitting in my new car
Stopping at the red light
My eyes fell on the star
Star on my shoes bright

It looks bright and shiny
My old ones are softer
They were more cushiony
New ones make me trendy

Gazing in my new phone
I got hold of old snap
In a dress with a stone
New dress has lacy strap

Old is ragged and simple
New is nice and dainty
Old is archaic local
New is short and skimpy

I looked outside the glass
My eyes met my friend
My past acted as morass
He was like my bookend

He looked worried and old
I waved at my old friend
We have stories untold
We made plans for weekend

New always outst the old
It is just for time being
Wipe dust from novels, old
Read how old is beaming

© Priya Jain