Shopkeeper

The wares the shop sells are all worn and fade Cashbox is empty business is in the red The man behind the counter couldn’t care less Happy to be there at the forgotten address! Cobwebs gaily growing no footsteps on its floor A wonder the shop keeps open its door For long no buyer not one item is sold The shop stands there timelessly old! Not any knows it, not one comes to buy The shopkeeper waits, not asks himself why His wares spread amid the gathering dust No money in cashbox, in his heart undying trust, Someday someone would walk in from some corner of earth Value his wares on display, pay the price they’re worth!