Diggin’ around the ole treasure chest
Tryin’ to find a gem,
Wonderin’ if any of these old words
Could shine once again –
I’ve used them all
In the past,
So I naturally figured
They just couldn’t last-
But still
Here they are,
Right where I left them
Inside my mental Mason jar-
I recall screwing the lid
Down extra tight,
In attempt
To keep them out of sight-
For due to fear
I’d put them far away,
Afraid of being called ‘Ignorant’
I vowed smarter words to say-
I thought to be impressive
I needed words a bit longer,
To be a powerful poet
Phrases a bit stronger-
So, to feed
My own vain frailty,
I tried to use words
Beyond my meager mentality-
But, I am older now
And have come ’round to realize how,
Just like true, good friends
It’s those old words that suit me(and love me) the most, in the end-
I find it’s best to use
Old words I know,
And slowly learn more
As patiently I read and grow.
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