Marie Roche Poet Blank verse

Lost Treasures

If only things were as before 
shopping would still be fun
milk would come in bottles
and bread could still be a bun

I would stroll at my leisure
stopping to chat was a pleasure
something I will always treasure.

Now when i go in the door
I think o what a chore
when people rush past me once more.

Their in a hurry to spend their money
and cant wait to get back out of the door

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Lena Pate May 25, 2009 at 3:03 PM Ah, a much simpler time. When neighbors had time to sit out on the stoop and chat as the night grew long. When shopping meant taking your time and making it an adventure instead of a chore. Touche.