The Antique Shop
Like a boy let loose in a candy store
so my eyes are in an antique shop.
They pass over a bewildering array of items,
though I have nothing particular in mind
as I browse about. But there is always that
one item that will catch and hold my eye
like an exceptionally pretty face
in a crowd, or draw my attention to
a voice loud enough to draw my interest.
Antiques, like orphans, wait patiently
for a new home where they can be
of service and contribute to the pleasure
of a new owner. They are also
like actors temporarily out of work,
without a practical part to play out.
Some still wear their original decorative
costumes, others are plain. Most have
aged and bear the cracks and nicks
of use and time – no disgrace this –
rather a fine testimony to their usefulness.
Still others show scarcely any defects
of daily use at all, perhaps having
lived in protective enclosures,
brought out only on Sundays or special
occasions, to be seen and praised by
refined eyes and minds and gentle manners.
Above all, antiques are like neglected flesh
in need of loving attention, a loving touch –
and who of us does not require or would
even refuse that kind of reassurance?
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2020
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