Browsing the Antiques

In a store that sells antiques, The past is much alive, Including parts that we’d prefer Did somehow not survive. Some creepy dolls and ugly clothes And jewelry I’d not wear Forlornly grace the shelves without Their one-time savoir faire. But other items bring a smile Or memory to bear – A Popeye pin, some Beatles cards And much Fiestaware. Three typewriters with all their keys Sit Royally encased And lots of kitchen tools I wish I never had replaced. I troll the aisles quite aimlessly For if you want the truth, The only things I hope to find Are traces of my youth.