Open Poetry #46 |
A Bag Of Broken Dreams |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
While browsing through a resale shop, A bag I chanced to see. A sense, almost, of deja vu- Came stealing over me. I placed it on the counter, And pulled it open wide... I almost dreaded looking at- The things I found inside. I found a glove, now dry with age Palm black with rosin, too The spurs came next, now red with rust- Their leathers far from new... The chaps were now more pink than red The years had took their toll, The rosin bag, I pulled out next... It helped him grip and hold... A bull rope and a tarnished bell- There's something else I see... A buckle made out, "Abilene" And "Nineteen eighty-three". A tear rolled down my leathered cheek- I stood there all alone... The bag reminded me a lot, Of one I used to own. I asked the lady what she take- For this old riggin' sack... She said, "I'm asking twenty bucks. I found it in the back." I handed her a twenty- A bargain so it seems... I walked out of the resale shop, With a bag of broken dreams. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
A bargain indeed. Fine writing. Ida |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
beautifully sad Gunslinger. |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
You sure know how to put the heart wrench to a story...Well done! ebm |
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AlexanderPoetry Junior Member
since 2006-07-31
Posts 30 |
Good read, great ending. |
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