Thursday 18 June 2009

Brave. Bold. Books. Old


The fifty pound
The Rectangular
Red notes
will
take hold
Until
like them
I crinkle 
and 
fold.

Once straightened out 
I'll be both the brave 
and the bold
Strong as the knights 

from books of old.
Work hard so our 
presence is felt 
around the world
showered with fans 
so we never feel cold

But when the armour
rusts
and the  
pages
turn to  
dust
will it  
matter
If people  
ever
talked about us?