Selling Memories
Selling memories, possessions at the yard sale
Just junk the buyer says, I will take it off your hand
Hard times have hit, yes we need a break
Kindness, charity impress apon the inner voice
Let it go, someone else needs it more.
She goes inside to empty cupboards and cries.
No supper tonight, no breakfast tomorrow...
Vultures circle to take advantage, will the house be gone?
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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