At the Pawnshop- Contest

I spied it in the window, wasn’t very plain to see Cos the glass was very mucky, the price I cannot read Tentatively went into the shop, was dark couldn’t see the way The man was old and bent, I hesitantly asked to see the tray It was a lovely emerald, green as the grass at home Looked longing at it, wishing it was my own The old man said try it on I smiled and did as I was told Fitted as though made for me, wish I could mark it as sold He said looking at me, your eyes match this lovely stone Belonged to my dear wife she would love you to call it your own I said I couldn’t afford it, he said there is a way Would you call in each evening cook me a meal to pay For the last 6 months I have done that also cleaned the place some Looks a better place to live and work, it now feels more like home