At the Pawn Shop
At the pawn shop...
Where treasures go
I have come for it to go
This treasure also
Grandpa passing gift
My body cold lift
Under a cold feet
My hand loose their swift
My heart doubles its pound
I can hear the heavy sound
As the door turns round
Welcomes face will bound
I feel lifeless above the ground.
The gold cuff links
Will do as every other sinks
I've no choice....speaks
My right eye blinks
As the pawn man shrinks
My treasure to a dollar.
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