At the Auction House

The public is invited to

The auction house before

The art is bid on, sold and then

Is carried out the door.

 

Since I live close, I love to go

To check out the display

And wonder ‘bout the patrons -

All that money they might pay.

 

I couldn’t really picture

A Picasso on my wall

Next to pictures of my family –

That just wouldn’t work at all.

 

Plus, some modern pieces, which, to me,

Were boring or bizarre,

Were expected to fetch millions;

Famous painters raise the bar.

 

Still, I felt so privileged just to see

What private owners hold,

Even though it won’t be me

To whom the auctioneer yells, “Sold!”