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Nov 2015
They say :
discard the old
herald in the new
we are  easily misled
unless we are vigilant
we would be fooled

the new
is too often
a disguised
and revised version
of the old

but the vendors
of merchandise
the purveyors
of ideas and doctrines
are sugar-coaters
and how easily
we become suckers


they say
reject
and be ashamed
of the old
(people are watching you
  how deplorable and wretched
you look clinging to what went before
you are archaic and out-of-step
with the modern era--no wonder
you are frowned upon
and become the laughing-stock of those around you)

but I hold my ground
and to such I reply
I like the old clothes and shoes I wear
my little cottage known to none in the faraway
I love my old-fashioned values
honesty, compassion, tolerance, humility
fair-play,  tradition, decency,  loyalty and poverty

I am self-sufficient
in every way
and what you sell
I wouldn't buy
nor to your sweet words subscribe
lest they cause my moral demise
so leave me alone
to my old ways
and my quiet life
I am doing superbly fine.
NIL
Written by
MS Lim  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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