Stuff Poem by james watkin

Stuff



When book, when bric a brac
Shelved and mantel shelved
Became you just a stuff?
With heirloom for dresser
Hand - me - downs, within
Long deemed swank enough!

Thus achieving for all of you
This gray, in the way
Dust-choaked compliment!
Should I be not so pert.
Of my own aged person
Heard, would it resent!

Wednesday, April 21, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: furniture,book,clothes
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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