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
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