The old man's bazaar

The old man in the antique shop

Hides within his hoard

Surrounded by a cacophony of memories

Jumbled in a dark and dreary room,

A life's collection, under a membrane of dust

A life built on memories

Every object, with a story to tell,

A child's toy from yesteryear,

Forges memories of play and carefree

An old, frayed brown leather handbag,

Peeks beneath the darkened crippled wooden leg of the old man's stool

Sheltered for a lifetime

I pull the bag from its dusty home

Old and frail and in need of care

I wonder of the journeys it has made

The conversations it has heard

How long it has sat in the shadows of the old man's bazaar

Now in my hands

To begin a new adventure

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Vidya Mallar 4 years ago from India

Antique valued poem... very nice read... Every object with a story to tell.. great inspiration ...voted up.


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Leanne1783 4 years ago from Bradford, United Kingdom Author

Thanks for reading, its funny where you find inspiration!


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TripleAMom 4 years ago from Florida

Very nice. I love going to antique shops and thrift stores and it is interesting to think about where items may have come from. Voting up.


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Vidya Mallar 4 years ago from India

Leanne, inspiration is in the way of thinking, even in the simplest antique things you have found life,, that's it. Have a good time.


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Leanne1783 4 years ago from Bradford, United Kingdom Author

Thanks TripleAMom me too! I found a small sized calendar in the handbag from 1952 which made me think who had it before me and how it had landed in the man's antique shop. Thanks for your comments.

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