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.