The Antique Shop
The Antique Shop
Like a boy let loose in a candy store
so are my eyes in an antique shop.
They fix on a bewildering array of items
as I browse about, though I have nothing
particular in mind. It’s always that one
item that will catch and hold my eye
like an exceptionally pretty face
or a loud voice in a crowd that will
draw my attention and catch my interest.
Antiques, like orphans, wait patiently
to be adopted to a new home where they
can be of service and contribute to
the pleasure of a new owner. They are also
like actors temporarily out of work,
without a practical part to play out.
Many wear their original decorative
costumes, others are plain. Most have
aged and bear the scars, cracks and nicks
of use and time – no disgrace that –
rather a fine testimony to their usefulness.
Still others show scarcely any defects
of daily use at all, perhaps having lived
in protective glassed-in enclosures, brought out
only on Sundays or special occasions,
to be seen and praised only by refined
eyes and minds and genteel manners.
Above all, antiques are like neglected flesh
in need of loving attention, a loving touch –
and who of us does not require or would
even refuse that kind of reassurance?
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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