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 their parents sought. A neighborhood best adored from afar. For living here would just add to the scar.