A joy to recycle to the thrift store
St. Vincent de Paul my favorite
One of the few still selling to the poor
Affordable clothes, household goods
Books, CDs and videos
Did a huge closet clean last year
Split the stuff between
St. Vincent’s and the Red Cross
Lately, my mild case of hoarding
Became a ukulele thing
Who needs four concert size ones
But my first was a mail order
Since no music stores carry them here
Haven’t played it since the Luna, Ibanez
Don’t want to sell the first
Means a lot to me
Learned to play more advanced songs
With its tinny, but wonderful, voice
Ah, must recycle it
None of the thrift stores or pawn shops
Have ukuleles (I’ve checked)
What a great surprise
For someone with limited funds
To find one there
I’ll bet they won’t charge more than $20
Who will buy it?
A young child
An aging woman
A teen boy
I feel excited
I’m writing mind-scenarios
Maybe one day
The buyer will say
I owe my fame
To the thrift store ukulele
That called my name
From the shelf…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: My first concert ukulele
When I buy something from a secondhand store, I like to think I’m giving it a new home.
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Love that concept!
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