Days Inn
I read that they sold,
the Days Inn now.
Each day that I pass by
I am reminded
it was the last place
that my father stayed
before he died.
I remember sitting by the pool
and releasing the differences
of over fifty years.
All parties to the new project
seemed to be ecstatic!
It would bring new life
to that part of town.
Extensive renovation,
even a Bocce Ball court is planed.
Each day that I pass by
I see the changes
and the landmarks gone
and the impermanance
of memory.
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