Written by: karen feist

Stopped at home just to pick it up
Whatever it was, the forgetter forgot
Instead, started rooting in desk drawers,
So old. Each treasure was boxed in original gold 
The guilt went away as I put it all back.
Nineteen - twenty, and thirty, and forty, in fact,
In better condition than most of my crap
But who is it for? The owners are dead. 
The sons and the daughters don't know what was said. 
I'm guessing the place that it all wants to go
Is on to TV Land, to the Antiques Road Show!

Copyright ©2008 Karen M Feist-Berg