black and white
crumpled and old
buy in the night
in the city it’s sold
read page through page
each corner turned
browned with age
facts you’ve learnt
found in the gutter
in tattered strips
greasy like butter
and in tiny snips
data and facts
within the lines
sports and acts,
selling house signs
started off in a shop
and went through a war
past a bus stop
stapled in the core
so you ask who am I
as you pass a skyscraper
go on I dare you guess, try
I’m an ancient newspaper
I like it. Good work.
thnx
i like the improved title you gave it
Well, your title gave it away at the start. It’s not really a riddle but I thought better to hold back before telling the reader. let the reader do some work.