Caring for Old Words

What am I, just piles of letters?

Useless, though they keep forever

Collecting mold and dust

Foxing on the corners

Old ink will even rust

Trust in the passage of time

It cannot be broken as can your word

As can mine

I try to bind myself

Every promise made was in belief I could fulfill

Ill falls without discretion

Bonds will end up broken if I don’t fight to protect them

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