Going Once, Going Twice...

Going once, going twice, is that your final bid?
It’s much too low I cried aloud
I’m worth much more than that
I’m made of wood that’s rare and fine
The best in all the land
Just look inside and then you’ll know
The value that you’ll find
But look they wouldn’t
Oh so sure, they know for certainty
They value that they placed on me
Is right without a doubt
They came along, and fastened on
A tag that said “no good”
The years they came and went as fast
And still the tag stood firm
No special care, no real concern
The tag it still stuck firm
Now scuffed and scarred my surface marred
No hope for shining new

There came a man just passing through
Who saw my value tag
He said “Too low!, It’s much too low”
“You’re worth much more than that!”
Gently so he touched my scars
And polished with soft cloth
Surprisingly they healed a bit
The wood began to shine
He fixed some more and dug and scraped
Occasionally it hurt
He buffed and shined and labored long
For many many years
He worked and worked and never stopped
Though at times I wished he would
It made me sore and raw in spots
To which he then applied…
A little more… but gentler
Until it was just right
I sat and wondered as I hurt
At times I got so mad
It seemed so very long all this
When would he ever quit?
Would he finish ever and finally place on me a tag?
A tag that says I'm valuable - a new and shiny tag?
Still he worked and never stopped and finally I saw
The endless love of labor long was in fact my shiny tag

My value now secure and fixed, in my own tiny mind
I’m happy, peaceful and content to be around to shine
The man he still will labor long and I will still be raw
The sore is there but hurts me not because I see it now
My value is assured… how much I can now see…
Affixed in love it never can be taken now from me