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The Auctioneer

Story ID:7840
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA. USA
Year:1950
Person:Bidder Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Auctioneer

The Auctioneer

I went to an auction
A week ago today
The sale of mementos of
A good friend that passed away

As my eyes poured over
Those many items on display
I felt a lump in my throat
To my self I did say

Thinking of my friend
I did not want to hear
The starting of the bidding
Opened by the auctioneer.

On one table
Placed with tender loving care
Table utensils, pots and pans
And a ragged old brown teddy bear.

I tried to move on
Something held me there
Could it be
That ragged old brown teddy bear?

I swear those eyes made of beads
Were looking right at me
Pleadingly
Saying “take me, take me.”

I’m not a believer in
“ESP”
I kept hearing
“Take me, take me.”

I thought my mind was playing tricks
So I picked up that ragged old brown teddy bear
Walked up
To that auctioneer

How much for this bear
This is what he said
“It’ll be in the auction,” he told me
You can make a bid.

Finally after hours it seemed
The auctioneer
Picked up that
Old brown teddy bear

I could hear that tiny voice
Saying “take me, take me”
I made a bid
Immediately.

I bought that old brown teddy bear
For a dollar, you see
No other bids were made
Just me.

That old brown teddy bear
Sat on the car seat beside me
I thought I saw a smile on his face
He was as happy as could be

Sat him on the mantle when we got home
When I look at him
I think of
My old friend

The tiny voice I heard
Saying “take me, take me”
Was that the spirit of my old friend?
It’s a possibility.


Monte L. Manka 02-25-12