The Antique Shop

A little shack by the shore

Sells many treasures, antiques galore.

Teakettles tarnished with ripe age,

Books; Thin paged, and edges frayed,

Crystal glasses, pots and pans,

Bottles filled with shells and sand,

Vintage clothes, and jeweled pins,

Photo-Overflowing bins,

Slightly yellow, tiny pearls,

Porcelain dolls of beautiful girls,

Old fashioned shoes, and lots of lace

Eyeglasses in a beat up case.

See the sign that says ‘Open’ on the door,

Leads to all of these and many more,

At that antique shop on the beaten shore.

These treasure are no longer used,

And so are taken somewhere new.

To recieve another chance at life,

And that life lies with you.

Though this generation is young, and we have a while to go,

There will come a day when we must grow old,

And in the end we all will loan,

Many antiques of our own.