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
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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