Halloweens Past

There was a time when flocks of ghouls Came to my welcoming door For candy, cakes or popcorn balls; But goblins come no more. My bell won’t ring this Halloween. I’ll hear no gleeful shout From voices yelling trick or treat. No witch or ghost about. Six children used to live across This self-same street from me. They laughed that I could never guess Whom each disguised could be. Only adults are living now Where children used to play The neighborhood has changed, its seems; Growing older every day.. My own grandchildren used to come To get their favorite treat. My heart beat faster when I heard Their little scurrying feet. I guess they have forgotten This once loved time in the fall. They take my great-grandchildren Trick or treating at the mall. Won 4th place