Second hand, tatty, abandoned & so used,
Olden, faded, ripped, torn & so sadly
abused,
Reeking of old age, damp, blue mildew &
mould,
Upon dusty dank shelves, for sale, everything
old.
The shop is the mouth, that swallows old
things,
Furniture dull & jewelry, that now no
longer blings,
All smelling of mothballs, decay & dead
grey must,
Bargains for all those, who never cared about
dust.
Items never needed, from the long dead &
departed,
Houses dismantled, by heirs, uncaring, cold
hearted,
Old photos & ball gowns, all items, telling
their stories,
Items, of past battles once fought, of life
& her glories.
And with each memory sold, to every caring kind
soul,
A few pence may help, to making someone ill,
whole,
The charity shops, doing their best & all
that they can,
Adding few pennies & pounds, to the
marathons ran.
The sale of old bits, bobs & those long ago
pieces,
Go towards poverty & illness, hoping it all
ceases,
Every little helps, towards that long winding
mile,
Please support that volunteer, with the
welcoming smile.
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