I opened a drawer, and what did I see?
A dusty old story, forgotten by me.
Its pages were wrinkled, its sentences weak,
But under the dust was the message seek.
It had a poor ending. It sagged in the middle.
The plot was jumbled like a silly riddle.
But stories aren’t dead if they can spring back anew.
With polish and pruning, they can shine for you.
I chopped and I trimmed. I shaped it just right.
I breathed new life into it and gave it some light.
The words started dancing. The message came alive.
A once-broken story had begun to revive.
So don’t toss aside what you think is a dud.
A seed in the dirt can still bloom from the mud.
Resurrection of old stories is part of the game.
They rise from the ashes with a better name.
