At a Craft Fair
At a craft fair, people’s projects
Proudly are displayed,
So would-be customers can stop
To see what they have made.
From jewelry to knitted hats,
To paintings, quilts and soaps,
The crafters eye each passerby;
A stop will raise their hopes.
I feel a little bad if I
Slip by with just a glance
And sense that if I do so,
I’ll receive some looks askance.
Yet if I show some interest
They’re prepared to make a sale
And if that doesn’t happen,
Disappointment will prevail.
I like to go to craft fairs
Though I often wonder why,
For I leave there feeling guilty
If there’s nothing I must buy.
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