A yard sale is an odd event, by which a life is known,
A portal into someone's soul, their past upon display.
Yet, all they love and cherish is not gleaned by what they own,
But, rather by discarded things they choose to give away.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
