At The Antique Roadshow Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

They placed me on the
table with a gentle,
careful hand,
A relic of a journey through all changing, busy lands.

The appraiser ran his fingers over the lines upon my face,
And smiled at the history time,
that never could erase.

'You see these little
creases here, around his eyes? ' he said,
'Those come from decades sharing joy, and laughing
in a bed.

The shoulders carry burdens from the years of standing tall,
A sturdy piece of frame-
work,
That refused to break or fall.'

'The finish isn't perfect, it
is weathered by the sun,
But tells a beautiful story
of the things that have
been done.

It holds a million memories, of heartbreak, love, and grace,
An item that can never
be replaced in time or
space.'

'You cannot put a price
tag on a soul so deep
and true,
The world is full of
objects, but there's only one
of you.

So take it home and
cherish it,
and keep it safe from
cold,
The greatest treasure
in this room, is simply growing old.'