On Main Street
On Main Street,I can remember my mom me taking shopping at the five and dime.
The year was nine-teen forty nine.
Mom said you sure can get your money worth
Shopping at the five and dime called Woolworth.
At the beginning of Main Street,we would go grocery shopping at a grocery store called A+P.
For about ten dollars a week you could feed your entire family.
I can still see a deli clerk as he waited on our family.
He was built like a pot belly stove
His eyes were as big and round like hamburgh patties.
His fingers were long like cucumbers.
He had a smile as wide as a country mile.
I can still smell the fresh aroma of the coffee beans as they were being ground thru the
coffee grinder.
A loud speaker was calling out items you may have forgotten,just as a reminder.
I am getting older and there are things I have forgot.
I can still remember the A+P before it became a parking lot.
At the end of Main Street,there was a drive-en picture show.
For a few dollars the entire family could go.
Watch scary movies from dusk till dawn
Now all that is gone,the only thing left is the memories that linger on.
Woolworth, A+P, drive-ens are stores of my past.
Nothing seems to last.
When you get older there will be stores you might recall
Not on your home town Main Street, but at a giant local mall.
New stores will come and old stores will soon be gone.
The only thing that will be left is the memories that linger on.
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