Antiques
Antiques
He is there,
Grandfather Clock like,
a throwback to another era.
His finely chiseled and polished edges,
the scrapings of life,
the worn, faded, varnish.
His value
should have increased with age,
as with the clock.
Their timeless presence
sweet mementos
of a dusted past.
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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