Pretty Vase Poem by Israh Sadan
Pretty Vase
Oh pretty vase
Where have you been?
Inside who’s homes
Have you seen?
Were you once
A treasured gift?
Before your edges
Were set adrift?
Your pretty pattern52s
So skillfully made
Have long ado
Begun to fade.
Though they call
You old, antique
You still hold
A real mystique.
You may have seen
Some better day.
But to me you’re
Still a very pretty vase.
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