What Writers Don’t Know

We wandered through the thrift store
Searching for a treasure
Something to remind us
Of this day we spent together

Season in transition
Cooler days bid cozy garb
We were far from the familiar
Surely something fabulous
Would jump right in my arms

But like the gray mist clouds I spied
Rising ‘tween soaked somber leaves
Past and present stood side by side
My soul felt a longing breeze, a bit bereaved

A pair of jeans would be so nice
The ones I wear are years to old
Now I paw through memories unknown
Curves and gestures embed a mold

Trinkets once I’d grab to cherish
My children now too late to please
Years swallowed up the childish toys
No more did I want, no more did I need

Is contentment free of mourning
This giving and taking, losing and winning
Beauty in the ugliness and forsaken
What price will I pay for the painting

One came to earth from glory’s realm
Rags to riches how in vain I brag
He shed His garb of royal robe
Arrayed Himself in earthly rags

Clothed in all my poverty
So I one day would know my worth
Oh would life be different now
If I had known this at my birth

I did return with treasures more
Than man-made fibers will ever impart
A token for a faithful friend
Some chocolate to sweeten a grieving heart

The rain stopped the view was clear
I watched the fog still dancing on the dying leaves

Dversepoets.com Lillian wants us to look up the hit song on the day of our birthday. Mine was Rags to riches by Tony Bennet. Never heard of it. I listened and suddenly the prompt fit perfectly with my day trip in the rain yesterday.