Browsing the Antiques

In a store that sells antiques,
The past is much alive,
Including parts that we’d prefer
Did somehow not survive.

Some creepy dolls and ugly clothes
And jewelry I’d not wear
Forlornly grace the shelves without
Their one-time savoir faire.

But other items bring a smile
Or memory to bear –
A Popeye pin, some Beatles cards
And much Fiestaware.

Three typewriters with all their keys
Sit Royally encased
And lots of kitchen tools I wish
I never had replaced.

I troll the aisles quite aimlessly
For if you want the truth,
The only things I hope to find
Are traces of my youth.