One by one
Different
Than the last
Come to look
Walking
Down
Memory lane
They smile
And buy
Memories
That were lost
Or merely forgotten
We sell
The past
And the younger years
Are quite a commodity
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16 comments:
nice. appeals to the heart. :)
"We sell the past." Cool. We older ones do harbor nostalgia for the past. I love looking at old things.
Very good. I love the way you say they are buying memories. So now maybe they will make some of their own memories with the things.
memory is indeed the most valuable
possession of a person...nicely said Gail..
This does provide a snapshot of commerce, and so many memories are sort after these days.
All the work gathering things for the shop is finished . . .
Wishing you some sales . . .
Your words say it all . . .
Nostalgia is such a rare commodity... Beautiful write!
nice shop and i like wandering through memories in shops like yours...most things i prefer old not new... except of course TV and computer... LOL
"we sell the past" is just perfect. I love the feeling that this poem evokes. Warm, happy and worthy of the recycle the world thought.
Absolutely, very sweet.
Must say, last two lines did it for me! Loved your vignette.
You have a niche there. Wish I could shop.
Gail,
A shop that captures my heart, it's full of memories. Now that's a shop I must one day visit.
We certainly sell the past as commodity nowadays ~ Good one Gail ~
"we sell the past" How true. I think for some it is nostalgia, some history, some appreciating the beauty.
and selling the future is Madison Avenue's game... ~
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