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
Copyright © Marie Roche | Year Posted 2008
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