"Old and Outdated" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
Out with the Old, In with the New
The clockwork turns, a measured, grinding sound,
On gears of rust where silent dust is found.
A system built on faith and stubborn will,
Now stands a relic, strangely, deeply still.
The circuit board, a maze of tarnished gold,
A story whispered, tired and growing old.
Its logic frail, its memory a blur,
A faithful servant, but a sepulcher.
The worn-out shoes, with soles worn paper-thin,
That bore the weight of journeys from within.
The threadbare coat, a shield against the frost,
Now hangs a phantom of a season lost.
The faded photographs, a yellowed smile,
Stuck in a moment for a dusty while.
Each object holds a truth, a past, a grace,
But time insists it must be swept from place.
And so we choose, with hesitant, slow hands,
To tear down towers on forgotten sands.
To pull the plug, to sever every wire,
And let the old flames finally retire.
To box the memories, to seal the past,
A tender ritual, meant to go and last
Only as long as we can stand and see
The ghost of what we used to truly be.