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, by Christelle BOURGEOIS
C.R.Stanger

The Shop

A metaphor probably haha

A man walked up to a counter asking for something I could not hear.
The man behind the counter said he had not such a tool.
Well the sign outside makes you look like the store is full?
Said the man. To have not something that I’m asking for to mend and do the things I must do.
You are the place to find it are you not?
Why yes said the clerk but it is here clearly not.
Well where can I find it here I the shelves perhaps you missed one.
The clerk looked behind him and sighed you may look all you please but I gave my last away
And that customer left
On his way out the door he let it slip from his hand
Breaking it where it did land.
Did he not buy it anyway?
No he left quickly too embarrassed to face his faults
But I chased him not
What would be the point it’s broke now whether I liked it or not
Here you can have the two pieces
And maybe you have some luck because I’ve surely had none
No I’m quite simply stuck
It’s not that I cannot order more
It’s that this one was special
I was never goin to sell it but this customer seemed certain
And I know he was
He just fumbled it and did not know how to use it anyway.
Then why give it to him?
Well truth is he stole it and I pretended to look away.
I felt sadness for him but I knew with that piece
He could mend anything and his troubles would cease
But his eyes were caught by distraction walking out the door and I realized he was but a kid and I had hope no more
Soon after he dropped it and ran
I picked it back up and hid it under the stand.
Waiting for the right one to come fix this
For the longer it goes unfixed
The more it rusts
I trust
It is a must
That this be mended
By you or by the one who thought it was a toy.
Maybe one day he will grow up
But he was just a boy.
He could never have known to put this here and that there
Too easily tricked and gullible too
Here you can take it just let me know when your through
It’s now or never because I’m putting it into the trash if it cannot be done
I’m ordering not another one
Well why not? Asked the man
Oh because they do not sell this kind anymore
It’s rare.
If you only knew what you held.
Oh I do said the man
Let me have at least a try
No or never I’ll never lie.
Yes the one who broke it tried for so long to hide his hand and play along
He was so obvious what he was gonna do
But he just simply took it anyway before even through
Alright you may have it.
Do your best
Hold your peace
You can have it
If it’s fixed I commend thee.
The man took it to a table near but watched the door because he knew it could be taken from him
He needed it but that didn’t mean he could mend
The trinket in two pieces seemed to say it’s Now or never
But it was looking the doors way.
Now or never
Set in stone.
The timer has no delay.
Once finished and unbroken
There is no more to say.
The clerk is willing to simply give it away.
Need against looking another way.
What point is it to leave in the hands of a juvenile?
 
—CRStanger

The rest of this wasn’t really part of this poem I put it elsewhere.. it has served its purpose. I never corrected mistakes or anything as I knew it wouldn’t stay up long.

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