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.