College Poems

Reading old inks

weathered papers touching my palm

old words written

fashioned during empty nights

old college poems

by old students all gone on

old rhymes I’ve read before

old rhymes I’m reading again

old memories flooding back

new smiles forming in

old names remembered

old places revisited in the mind

sometimes you’ll just wonder

though good new poems

printed on brand new pages

sound good and refreshing

it is those moments

embodied in those old college poems

I always come back to