I came into a little money, just a small inheritance, and after some deep pondering decide how to spend my unearned recompense. I have a tiny little cottage, it is small but in good repair, so in my mind I made the decision to replace some furniture. My needs they are quite simple, I did not covet a lot, so a table, divan and love seat were the items that I got.
The new items they were simple, but with workmanship quite good, now owning them soon raised the thought of what to do with the items that once sat where the new ones in supplication stood. My old furnishings had served me both long and rather well, I had no thought to throw them out nor destroy them with hot flames of burning hell.
So I came upon a quick decision, it really took no smarts, I would lay them on my grass green lawn and offer them for naught. I painted a bold sign that said, “FREE FOR THE TAKING,” I was cert that soon they would be gone, no fear had I that all day long our furnishings would sit in the sunshine baking. So with my darling wife, our old possessions we did gather, we put them out for all to see and thought us done with this palaver.
But our conversation grew hot, for the items on our lawn were there not just for that day, but rather two nights more did they stay, until a ruse I decided to play at dawn. So in the early morning, I painted a large sign, and on it with my hand I writ a simple for sale sign. Fifty dollars for the old couch, thirty more for both table and chair, these really were not bad prices, but my goal was to conjure magic from thin air.
I watched in quiet amusement, as passerby would tarry, when the sign said free no one could see the value of my wares. We had some erstwhile contacts, folks who declared, “I will be back!” but I put no hopes in these fugitive estimations. So to our beds we took, with still no offers on the books to exchange lucre cold for love seat strong but old, nor any other contracts.
But in the dark of night, I heard but did not sight, a sneak thief make off with the furnishings I offered. In my bed I shook my head, as on man’s folly I cogitated in dread, how sad that we greedily steal from another when love is freely offered. I emitted a heartfelt sigh, and from my eye my tear did dry, as with my arms I engulfed my forever wife.
We are simple lumps of clay, who must find our purpose along the way, and if we’re smart we’ll accept love that’s freely given rather than locking our hearts inside our impenetrable home made prisons.
The saddest part of my poem is that it is true! I had a man tell me this story and I made it into a poem. There is hope though! Yesterday I arrived home from work around four in the afternoon. At the end of the driveway across the street sat a piano along with a pair of twin, basic metal desks or work stations. Attached to the furniture was a sign that said “FREE.” My wife came home around five and asked if I’d seen the three items and sign. I told her that I had. She then said, “Yes, but in this case nobody stole them! They’re gone!” It is good to know that sometimes we accept gifts that are freely offered rather than coming as a thief in the night.