Another Useless Prop, A Poem by Kate Hanford.

Another Useless Prop


I am the vase that sits alone

When the shoppers have gone home

So much hope this morning

That by noon I’d be adorning

A window sill or cosy nook

Next to a clock or picture book

No one picked me up to see

My origins and history

Because I have a tiny chip

I do not deserve ownership.




I am that garment hanging proud

Designer label and price endowed

The occasion now a date that passed

For a safer bet, I was outcast

Just a dress bought on a whim

When purse was full and waistline trim

Now I feel I’m out of trend

There are no parties to attend

Just another useless prop

Destined for the charity shop

Kate Hanford 

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