Honest Appraisal

As the sub-title indicates, I wrote this after watching a TV show where people have their antiques appraised.  The poem borrows language from the show but applies it to something different.

                                              Honest Appraisal
                                      (after Antiques RoadShow)
                         
                           If these memories were in near mint condition-
                           without the ragged repair work after the divorce
                           or the obvious embroidery around the first date-
                           then they might be worth restoring.
                           But since there is a glut in the failed marriage market,
                           you should put them back in the attic,
                           along with the dead pets and lost football games
                           and the love letters you always meant to write.