WHEN YOU BUY QUALITY YOU CRY ONLY ONCE

Furniture World Magazine

Poem by Peter Marino What is this thing called quality? What makes it, oh, so nice? What puts it in a class its own, A different thing from price? What is the guage of quality? The price, the cost, the brand? Or something that transcends all these, Like something much more grand? I wish I knew exactly what Makes quality so prized. I wish I knew the words, the phrase, To have it analyzed. One thing I know that's understood Unless one is a dunce: When you buy quality, my friend, You cry, but only once.