Black and White

As I step outside I smell that familiar tint of burning ember.

The cold whips me in the face,
as my nose crinkles into that black and white scarf that belonged to my dad.

I refuse to buy a new one,
because to me, their is a familiarity and history with this one,
so I will do anything to preserve and protect it as long as I can.

Often times people turn their back on the old
and drown themselves in the excitement of new and shiny,
because to them, the old and used is dirty and dingy.

These people often justify that by ridding themselves of the old,
it will help them move on and begin a new life for themselves,
rather than cling to the old one.

Sometimes we all need to remember the sins of our fathers,
and the haunting pasts.

Without these memories or thoughts,
we can sometimes forget who we are,
and let arrogance drown our former selves.