Pine cleaner and mildew in an endless battle always smelling,
Fluorescent lights glaring, steel shelves’ bright abundance of overstock;
Wide aisles of sometimes blockage, large displays,
Concerns of new managers and old vendors there daily stopping;
Living always in bargains for that which others
Have passed in affluence;
Thrift village then aging into infirmity, death overlooking —
Knowing only the cracks of light seeping through imprisoning boards
Things are bad when thrift shops are closing!