Sidi J. Mahtrow
Second Hand Shoppe - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
Went shopping at the Second Hand Store
Sign out front said, "Bargains and More"
How could I resist the urge to buy
The merchandise was there, something to try.
Quick look inside to see what was offered
Shop owner said, "You'll be rewarded."
True for there on display
Were things for work and play.
On examination, most were someone else's discards.
Broke. Cracked. Unattractive shards.
Some beautiful to behold
Until you looked underneath the folds.
Many looking for a second life
Maybe one that would be free from strife.
Priced to moved quick as could be
But priced too high for such as me.
As I turned to leave and be on my way,
The owner said, "Wait, we have new ones every day."
I thought, "Sure, more just like these
That in no case will please."
"This one would look good on your arm."
I could see it had a certain charm,
But on examination, I found
It left a green ring, and wasn't all that sound.
Then I saw one on another shelf
Had been there for a while, I thought to my self.
Why was it there, I ask you
"Takes a special person to see the value."
Have to polish and shine it a bit
Find a place for it to fit.
"Maybe, I'll have a go."
"Sorry, " Owner said, "It's just for show."
"How about if I try it out, do I dare,
Maybe a bit of loving care."
"Sorry, " was the reply.
"No returns, it's yours if you buy."
Maybe, I'll go back some day to find
If it's still there. Have to get it out ouf my mind.
On the other hand, I'll probably leave it there because
Hard to explain to the kids and inlaws.
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