Bazaar!

Where are all the 

Hoards of People ?

We've worked so hard -

Cleaning out our cupboards 

And deciding what to 

Sell 

This belonged to my Aunt 

She had a long and interesting 

Life 

But in the end 

Things didn't go 

So well -

How can I sell 

Her treasures 

At the sale? 

But how long should they 

Sit in their box 

In the garage ?

What if 

I ever wanted to get 

A car in there 

Again? 

Life is not about 

Stuff -

But -

This is AMERICA 

And so

It sort of 

Is

And there's a band 

God save us - !

Singing loud 

And 

Out of tune 

Back from their break 

They bravely carry 

On

I put the only two dollars 

I made 

Into the tip basket -

I lied 

And at church no less 

The church 

Bizarre -

Bazaar !

We had great hopes 

     Coming here -

Lots of money 

And lots more room 

In our various garages 

And closets 

Almost like adding on 

     Another room 

Like people with money do -

Space -

Like they have 

In those magazines 

(Note to self) 

Stop! 

Looking at those 

Magazines - 

You know the ones -

Where everything looks chic

Even the junk

Junque! 

And is somehow color

"Colour" coordinated 

As the band sings 

An off key rendition 

Of my favorite song 

I remind myself 

Life 

     Was never meant to be 

     Any better than it is 

     

Or it would be.