Treasure Map
The antique barn has treasure, junk,
Stacked together in the dust,
Some worn-out tools, and one old trunk,
Massive padlock sealing it with rust.
What hides inside? Some rare old book?
Heirloom brooches of old gold?
We pay five dollars, and we look—
Rotting newspapers, must and mold!
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010
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