I Found My Head
I Found My Head
In a Thrift Store, I found my passion,
A life-size carving of a wooden head;
I thought it would be a piece of conversation,
Unfinished though it was, I want it, I said.
The head is under a schefflera and speaks
It says "finish me please so I can know who I am,
Funny, though, guests give him a wide berth,
"I'm a great deal for $10.00 as a doorstop jam."
I wouldn't sell or give my head away,
For some aspiring artist with a chisel played,
And would be so pleased that the old thing sold,
It's my head to keep and have and hold.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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