Where the Collection Ends
The thing was breathtaking!
Such an elegant, mechanical pencil,
it was Black lacquered,
with fourteen carat gold accents
and the most elaborate,
Chinese monkey, I have ever seen.
Oh, I had to have it;
it was magnificent.
Such a delicate
and beautiful writing instrument,
would be the crowning jewel,
in my collection.
Life’s curveballs simply aren’t fair.
My heart fell to the floor,
when I saw the price and
the lump in my throat,
was an emphatic, “No”!
Three Thousand dollars…
Apparently, I have champagne taste
and a beer pocketbook.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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