I have an old jar but it's not really pretty
It's damaged, and its chipped off edges are gritty
I can't really put it on display in my house
'Cos your curiosity is something I don't wanna arouse
Once you cast your eyes on this plain looking thing
The first thing you'd wanna know is where it has been
I'd hem and I'd haw and I'd loosen my collar
When I shamefully admit that it's not worth a dollar.
You see, its previous owner was a callous old fool
Who didn't treasure it as much as he should.
It got baked and discoloured, left out in the sun
The burden of keeping it weighed as much as a ton
So he returned it to me, all weathered and aged
And said to me simply, "You can jolly well keep it."
So now I've got my broken vase back
But it's nothing to be proud of, as a matter of fact.
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3 comments:
nice poem. did you craft it yourself? cause i really had this mixed feeling when i was reading it.
a mixture of something so dear and close at heart, yet at the same time, you wanna put it aside and not care about it.
broken vase. something that tells you from the beginning is broken and cannot be fixed. something that went thru a rough patch like weathering.
i hope you're not the vase at the point of time; if you wrote this poem
let's just say it's symbol-laden. haas.
Only my bff can work rhyme like that. Awesome. XD
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