An Idle Neighborhood

Dilapidated houses line these streets. Lawn furniture that holds memories, best kept discreet. Neighborhood air redden of cooking. Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking. A tumultuous life for those who have lived here. With nothing but boredom and occasional fear. Hollow eyed children,blank with thought. Raised with the beliefs, of what there parents sought. A neighborhood best adored from afar. For living here,would just add to the scar.