Read Poem: Something New, by Christina Crahall

Something new is born,

All ears and eyes are drawn.

It is praised, blessed, and noticed,

But time steals the title “new.”

Days go by and the novelty wears.

The fleeting moment of freshness, originality,

Energy, and glazed glow is now gone.

Something new is old.

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