Old Home Town
Nothing has ever changed
100 years of tobacco stains
on the wall of the general store
From the gathering of old men
who had outlived a life on the farm
now a collecting place for
old souls who’ve just outlived
Nothing left here but dust
and mouse turds filling up
the cracks of hope
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