Collections
I see before me in all array
collections of a bygone day
classic chairs and dated books
clothing and a complete attire
of chairs where I have never sat
and books that I have never read
the clothing that I never wore
Trappings if you will, to seal the span of time
that maybe if my fate allows
I'll sit in the chairs and read the books
and wear the brocaded shirt with the paisley tie
And someday I will give them away
but who would want them anyway
©Ralph Sergi
January 25, 2008
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