A hanging fog mists the air and dampens his charters
As they lay about the old homestead, for all to see.
Some no longer used gems, others evoke memories.
Though some bidders have respect, it's mostly for profit.
That they come to kick, eye off putt disregard his things.
But there, a lanky young fellow, enthusiastic and appreciative, of his purchases fills the old man with joy. That at least some of his old things will be treasured.
So slowly his dog dampened eyes cease to water, the weighty stoop students with pride and the heart turns to hope.
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