Jumble Stall by Don

I lay out my wares - or some
for she to look and think.
Spread out for she to pick
- among the jumble of my life

"How much the price ?"
the words, unspoken
pass from mind to hand
which stretches out to sort
- among the jumble of my life

I show the rest and cringe
at the poorness thus revealed
and yet - stops she to wonder
- at the jumble of my life

There is no price to pay
for that which holds contempt
but still she lingers but hand withdrawn
- at the jumble of my life

I stare down at my wares thus laid.
Now all can see and laugh.
She gone, I too, but I leave a tear
- for the jumble of my life

But I fill with hope, just maybe
she'll want what is to give
and spend her time just sorting
- through the jumble of my life

I stare at she departing - and think,
does she, too, have a stall
where I may look and wonder
- at the order of her life.

Don

Poems by Don
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