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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It's gone. All gone...Probably forever It didn't melt like an iceberg It still exists in name but only in name Technically, it's still viable but realistically it's not the same Gone are many that once kindly ladled bowls of words that were delicious replaced by 'things' that have no heart By 'those' who don't appreciate the art of holding their own pen in hand to write By 'some' who think we've a blind eye to their sudden scholarly wisdom Nothing is the same and who is to blame On most days I take a pass on visiting the place where once I found pleasure My measuring cup is empty and there are few neighbors whose doors I would approach I've no desire to 'borrow' their poems only sorrow for what used to be and is no more Bored by changes and the rearranged pots and pans. Everything has been shuffled except the muffled cries of days gone by The new knives have dull blades and everywhere I look is a new escapade where even the cooktop is turned off Scoff at the recipes where something's missing It's the lack of flavor that I once savored It used to be tasty but I'm weary of cookbook titles that sound so dreary What a waste of pure vanilla when a fella or a dame pours it in beef stew That cannot be misconstrued for poetry Or when Ms. sous chef displays her version of soup de jour, but burns it with the same bitter taste day after day Tables have been moved around in what was once a restaurant on hallowed ground The new menu is frightful... the old one was delightful It's gone and I don't hold hope of a resurrection I'd call pest control to eradicate the premises if I felt the place could be saved but it feels as if it's dug its own grave The lilting music is gone, too No longer does it play sweet melodies that make my feet want to dance Keyboard keys don't rattle beneath my fingers to open the door and enter It's become humdrum, a chore to find a valid reason to visit more often It's gone and there's no joy to be found in the ploy of the hoi polloi Nothing is the same and who is to blame
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