At the Auction House

The public is invited to The auction house before The art is bid on, sold and then Is carried out the door. Since I live close, I love to go To check out the display And wonder ‘bout the patrons - All that money they might pay. I couldn’t really picture A Picasso on my wall Next to pictures of my family – That just wouldn’t work at all. Plus, some modern pieces, which, to me, Were boring or bizarre, Were expected to fetch millions; Famous painters raise the bar. Still, I felt so privileged just to see What private owners hold, Even though it won’t be me To whom the auctioneer yells, “Sold!”