I found you at the back of the wardrobe
I wiped the dust off your buttons and top
I hoped to revive you, put next to my laptop
I looked at you, waiting if you’re ready or not.
Your tape was dried-out, you used to tell the stories -
And probably had even your own plot
The stories of love, fears and worries
Before you’d become outdated and old.
Things of the past
Can still inspire us
Impressing more or less
Time seldom plays a trick:
After becoming useless
Things can become antique.
Can people too?
What do you think?
With getting old
If you're good enough
You can become classic.