The sun doesn’t feel as warm

The sun doesn’t feel as warm

But we’d be wrong to get rid of it.

Yet too many things

And people

Aren’t what they once were

So we call them expendable.

What wisdom, what knowledge

What treasure, what discovery

Is lost in our haste to replace

That which is old for that which

Seems better.

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