Two Lenses

When I was young and had zero dollars to spend Grandpa's skiff with succulent mangoes I loved to tend With view of City canal, flowing not far from home Near thoroughfare with perfect patrons; few not so grown Not so proud as I, safe with shillings from tropic fruits, sold Sans chant. I never had to beg, my joy was always two fold. Times have changed, I wouldn't sell jack; my family knows Sales has never been my forte; I'll be lackadaisical, and let it show For I'd rather be a P.R. person, who sniff labels and goods that entice As deals, but trick the masses with much gook, some unnoticed But that's not all with sales; folks will look you up and down As though you're part and parcel of goods they've found. ... Entry for Sara Kendridk's 'Two Lenses' poetry contest