SIGNS OF THE TIMES
I always feel sad to pass this party store
meant to share happier times.
But it is closed and standing barren,
now with cloaked windows,
and empty floors –
a sad little building
with days of fun left behind.
I like to think it is just resting.
But the little store stands empty
closed for recuperation,
waiting, waiting, waiting
in perpetual anticipation
for
a party.
Aw…..
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It probably has good memories. 🙂
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So well written!
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Your poetry reminds me of my old neighbourhoood where I grew up with loads of children playing in the street and on each others’ lawns. I see no children there now and only the ghosts of memory appear on the verandahs and steps of the houses though there are new occupants. I seen in my mind’s eye those who have passed on and they do not age. Wistfully young forever.
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Sorry that should be ” I see” in my mind’s eye. Having taught for many years I could not let that error go by. Too bad I didn’t proofread more carefully. 🙂
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It’s always so sad to see small businesses like this one that have closed. I like your upbeat ending to the poem.
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I am the same way about typos… and would do the same thing.
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You are very perceptive grandfallswoman. I did grow up in a neighborhood with children playing on the streets and lawns, and they are fresh in my “mind’s eye” forever. Maybe that is reflected in the poems that come bubbling up from a vivid past. Thank you for your lovely comment.
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It looks sad. Hopefully something rejuvenates it soon.
Nancy
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