Saturday, August 10, 2019

poem of the day August 10


The old hammer
at the flea market
looked like it had
bang a whole bunch
of nails in a lifetime
full of constant work
It was with a group 
of other worn tools
for sale on a table
full of someone's past life
I wondered as I walked by
if anyone remembered the carpenter
who had once owned it,

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