They asked me why I like antiques so much

Collecting them with specks of dust.

What I like is not out of lust

For its values against the ticking clock.

The beautiful old cups on the shelves

Presents me a time I never felt.

People I never met,

A story that wasn't save

On tablets like nowadays.

It makes me think of the people,

Whom I might have come to know

and fell in love with.

Have you ever thought of that?