The Sweet Shop
Life is like the sweet shop
I remember as a child
Full of jars and boxes
Of things that drive us wild
Standing on the outside
Seeing what’s in store
Gazing at the shelves
Through the open door
Wondering the best way
The money can be spent
Counting up the coppers
Wondering where they went
Knowing I can’t have it all
There are choices to be made
I cannot be too greedy
The piper must be paid
The shop keeper is waiting
There isn’t time to lose
He’s weighing out the packets
Now which one should I choose?
©Marian Barker
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