the old like new

What was once a phase becomes etched in the soul.

An old-timer’s craft, quietly made whole.

Old and new meet in stillness untold,

Where solitude deepens, and stories hold.

Small habits linger long after they begin,

Settling unnoticed beneath the skin.

Passing interests, once fleeting and slight,

Return through memory in quieter light.

The years leave traces no mirror can show,

In cherished routines and the things that we know.

Fragments of former selves patiently stay,

Walking beside us though years drift away.

In silence, their voices are easier heard,

Not through grand lessons or carefully chosen words.

But through moments of stillness, gentle and slow,

Where old roots deepen and inner worlds grow.