There are places to save
things, spots out of the way
of traffic, dusty cubby holes
for lost loves and high
school victories, close
calls and sweet innocence
banked like candy,
forever preserved
to stay the same.
One day, we clean house
to find all the old words
are now meaningless,
so hackneyed and trite
we can’t employ them
like we used to—so
we throw them away,
leave them in the Good
Will box and hope
they’ll mean something
to someone, fine
words that don’t fit
what we have seen—
or what we feel
when they are gone.
drycrikjournal 
John,
This is such a confirmation of my experience, that it is probably quite universal, in any language. Words have always been very important to me. My motto has been “Say what you mean, and mean what you say.” How awkward when the meaning of the words is now slightly off kilter from what you intended.
Thanks, again.
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