T' WOULD BE A FANCY WOULD IT NOT??
I wrote this poem one day as I sat looking at and drinking from one of my favorite tea cups......
Beauty Remembered
The delicate teacup
sits in a place of
honor in the room.
A tiny chip here,
A hairline crack there.
Character bestowed by years of use.
Ahhhh......t'would be a fancy would it not,
Ahhhh......t'would be a fancy would it not,
to be like that teacup?
Chips and cracks of time worn age ignored....
Only the beauty of yesterday
remembered.
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