THE AUCTION: A Poem

THE AUCTION
Written by Jack Truman

I was driving down the road on a Thursday night

Saw a sign along the way, said 'Auction tonight';

Didn't have a thing to do; had a minute to kill or tow;

So I figured I'd see what they had inside.

When I pulled around the corner to the auction house;

Saw a lot of people sittin' in the front yard;

Saw a hippie on a bench; a lady again a fence;

I reckon an auction brings all types around.

The auction always has a thing or two around;

They say one man's trash is another's treasure found;

It's entertainment for a few; something to do;

The auction tends to make you come around.

Saw a dirty old fella sortin' through some trash;

A little old lady looking through knick knacks;

A guy plugged something in; then he rubbed his chin;

That's about the time the auctioneer stepped in.

He yelled, 'Come on, boys, let's get this thing started;

We got a lot of things to get on through';

The people gathered 'round; a fella picked something off the ground;

That's when the auctioneer said 'give me two'.

The auction always has a thing or two around;

The say one man's trash is another's treasure found;

It's entertainment for a few; something to do;

The auction tends to make you come around.

I heard the bidding go for an hour, then two;

We all made our way inside; and sat there for a few;

The junk, it came and went; money got bid and spent;

That auctioneer, he he knew just what to do.

I couldn't believe the time that passed before my eyes;

A lot of time and pleasure, sitting, hypnotized;

You wouldn't believe the way people carried on;

Laughin' or cussin' about a thing they bid on.

I left the auction late that night; it was dark outside and cold;

I hopped into my truck; and headed down the road.

I thought about the auction, and all the treasures there;

What first seemed like trash had value in each chair.

The auction always has a thing or two around;

The say one man's trash is another's treasure found;

It's entertainment for a few; something to do;

The auction tends to make you come around.

THE AUCTION

Written by Jack Truman

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