Friday, March 04, 2005
I'm holding a garage sale in my heart:
I'm marking down, and everything must go.
Just make a bid at my Emotion Mart—
My maudlin mopes will get the old heave-ho.
Some someone that I knew has hit the road
And cleaned out half the stuff in this old chest;
Since what remains will likely just corrode
It makes more sense to sell off all the rest.
Then maybe when the place is emptied out
I’ll decorate again in other hues,
And paper over scars—no need to pout
About the way we all must pay love’s dues.
Affections barely worn can be reused
For découpaging hearts, or macramé;
No reasonable cash or trade refused,
So stop by any time, we're here all day.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull