Yesterday's Spoon Poem by Bill Wright

Yesterday's Spoon



Not much to look at,
A "Plain Jane" of the cutlery world,
She sits alone on the Auctioneer's table.
He casts his beady eye,
Magnified to the size of a golf ball.
"I can just see it", he says, "The hallmark".
"This changes everything! "
And he treats her now with a bit more respect.

Sunday, June 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: history,money
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