Old Newspapers

When I’m away The New York Times
Gets piled beside my door.
(For longer trips, I hang a bag
To keep them off the floor.)

I read them all when I get back,
In order that they came,
Enjoying news that’s “old;” at least,
That’s what some people claim.

I likely know the bare bones
Of most stories and their stars
From radio and news shows.
(I’ve been gone, but not to Mars!)

Still, there’s so much in the details
A reporter gets to break
That it’s worth a read days later
(And to me, it’s never “fake!”).

So I’m catching up on articles
And crosswords and obits
And until I’m where I should be,
I will never call it quits!