Bric-a-Brac | Dorothy Parker

Little things that no one needs,
Little things to joke about_
Little landscapes done in beads,
Little morals, woven out.
Little wreaths of gilded grass,
Little sprigs of whittled oak,
Bottled painfully in glass_
These are made by lonely folk.
Lonely folk have lines of days,
Long and faltering and thin;
Therefore_little wax bouquets,
Prayers cut upon a pin,
Little maps of pinkish lands,
Little charts of curly seas,
Little plats of linen strands,
Little verses, such as these.