God’s having a yard-sale

With my life

 

yard saleEverything’s been drug into the Wide-Open

He’s turned the whole house inside out

Even the walls are for sale

 

We were going to ask pennies on the dollar

But wanted better bargains

We’re asking for laughter instead

 

I put out all the images of my friends

Some art collector took the lot

Laughing – all the way to the bank

 

I gathered all my stories and tales

Hopes, woes and dreams

And rushed them out to the curb

 

Just in time to catch

An impoverished playwright

He was certain the joke was on us

 

I ran out of personal items

So I started bringing over

Donations from friends

 

Thinking I was pulling

A fast one on Him

I can’t contain the mirth

 

What a rip-roaring snort

When I discovered His face

In all of the Buyers and Sellers

 

What a riot!

I can’t tell you

Who is laughing loudest!