An age that never dies...

The sheets of paper
smothered with the ink of the fountain pen
smudged on it are words
of an older generation
young cannot comprehend
the parchment does not say it loud
how old it is, it can be seen
bound inside an old book
inside the grayish dark room
with a cover that has lost all strength
the stories are still protected well
in the old man's head
he reads it out to his children and grandchildren.