Old Things - A Poem by James J. Metcalfe

I like old houses and old streets
The tree that shows its age
And that familiar color of
The faded printed page.
I like old shoes and battered hats
The wrinkles in a brow
and fields that have not felt for years
The turning of a plow.
Each month and moon of long ago
And every smile and tear
Become the music of a song
That leaves a souvenir.
The world goes on from day to day
With love and flowers fair
And many are the hands that reach
For newness everywhere.
But in my heart I treasure all
The things that used to be
And I am really happy when
I dream in memory.

For September Challenge - OLD THINGS. Suggested by Jola and Boris.
Please present photos of old things. Still life, architecture, cars, trees, people or anything that you see that seems OLD.
If you want, you may present photographs in black and white, or treated in sepia, or with an antique processing if you want to add to the "old" effect. But this is not required.