Once, a man gazed out of a window’s frame,

Reminiscing his cherished moments, life a nostalgic game.

The peaceful raindrops danced upon the ground,

A grandfather clock ticks, each second a profound sound.

The majestic heirloom of the man beams in the shadows,

An antique treasure, wondrous as it glows.

The historic valuables, stories they unfold,

The power of old, priceless as gold.

Our old friends, sticking with us through the highs and lows,

Never distancing from our unbreakable bonds and oaths.

Though new friends, not as trustworthy as you seem,

Time-tested relationships, betrayal stronger than streams.

People say old things are a waste,

With new trends, it doesn't satisfy their taste.

But old things are always the foundation of new,

From the past to the future, we all know this is true.

Dynamic pieces of art, jewellery, ceramics decorate the world,

Canvases of beauty, they stand so bold.

These ancient creations sparkle in our eyes,

The timeless value of artefacts, watch time as it flies.

The knowledge of the past, a beacon of light,

Guiding and enlightening the new generations’ flight.

From the laws of physics to the marvellous creations,

Esteemed and revered, wisdom inspires generations.

Old is gold, we’ve all been told,

Our memories cherished and stories unfold.

Honour the old and embrace the new,

For old is gold, and history pursues.