Bookshop
Of bookshops I recall at least a few.
They dwell inside my mind, for with my past
they may have got torn down – those spots I knew
back in my state. I doubt that they could last
with competition from the internet.
If they’ve survived, they’re relics now like me -
those remnants clinging to the good old days!
There was one shop that specifically
I can remember, one I’d like to praise.
Its books lined countless shelves – both new and old.
Those books were so alluring. Plenty of
my books I purchased there. Some are like gold
and with me still – the treasured ones I love.
That shop, like many things from years ago
is gone! What treaures kids today don’t know!
March 10, 2021
For Brian Strand's 'ALL YOURS (Apr 26)' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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