Open most hours

by John Smallshaw

Unknowingly sold on getting old
and forgetting things but not
forgetting I'm getting old,
a thing I've been sold but
never bought,
a secret that
I have never sought.

They say that it's time when
the wine has gone,
I say to them,
'bring me another one, there's
time yet and more'

This store's not done, it's
just rolling the blinds out so
I can sit in the sun.

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