The Antique Store

The store was filled to bursting,
Every item an "antique,"
A place to stop and browse
If it's nostalgia that you seek.

I squeezed myself between the rows
Of shelves piled to the ceiling,
But absolutely nothing
Was the slightest bit appealing.

I watched the other customers
Yet really, who'd a thunk
That so many would be interested
In someone else's junk!