...to brave the stores.
Enigma for Christmas Shoppers
by Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978)
It is a strange, miraculous thing
About department stores,
How elevators upwards wing
By twos and threes and fours,
How pale lights gleam, how cables run
All day without an end,
Yet how reluctant, one by one,
The homing cars descend.
They soar to Furniture, or higher,
They speed to Gowns and Gifts,
But when the bought weighs down the buyer,
Late, late, return the lifts.
Newton, himself, beneath his tree,
Would ponder this and frown:
How what goes up so frequently
So seldom cometh down.
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Two Writing Teachers are hosting today's Poetry Friday Round-Up. Thanks, and happy reading (and writing)!
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