Small note on revisiting poetry

I've tried to revisit and revise some of the older poems I wrote.
The problem lies in the feeling I suppose.
I no longer feel what they are, or what they're about.
I can logically say what they are, and what they're about,
but I realize after just how much I don't connect with them.
It is rare where I "judge" a poem to be worth revisiting,
and I suppose it can only be so when I grow fond of the poem
and what it means to me. With my current inept (although improving) ability
for poetry, I will be unlikely to revisit old poems, choosing instead to
abandon them altogether, and move on learning from the mistakes I made.

In essence, I drain myself of all the muck and try to chug out something better.
No sense in polishing muck, unless you want to keep it.