The Antique Store
The store was filled to bursting,
Every item an "antique,"
A place to stop and browse
If it's nostalgia that you seek.
I squeezed myself between the rows
Of shelves piled to the ceiling,
But absolutely nothing
Was the slightest bit appealing.
I watched the other customers
Yet really, who'd a thunk
That so many would be interested
In someone else's junk!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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