Oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
Grinding the time,
one second at a time.
Hands up hands down,
ticking running around,
the face of time smiles wide.
Twelve, eleven, ten,
nine, eight let’s do it again.
The only way to turn back time
is to rewind the clock. No redos
just memories.
Tick tock, tick tock, oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
These are my vintage thoughts,
they aged wisely and I’ve been
digging for the time
deeper into the depths
of vintage earth.
Wrapped in lace and bonet,
skirts of mourning black and sad,
tears stain the cloth slowly turns
yellow.
Oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 5:56 AM UTC
Oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
Grinding the time,
one second at a time.
Hands up hands down,
ticking running around,
the face of time smiles wide.
Twelve, eleven, ten,
nine, eight let’s do it again.
The only way to turn back time
is to rewind the clock. No redos
just memories.
Tick tock, tick tock, oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
These are my vintage thoughts,
they aged wisely and I’ve been
digging for the time
deeper into the depths
of vintage earth.
Wrapped in lace and bonet,
skirts of mourning black and sad,
tears stain the cloth slowly turns
yellow.
Oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
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