Ruins

I remember it well- the old Broadway My city celebrated years ago; So nicely paved and lined with special stores And curtained windows, seen in rooms above. Where we would walk and shop with family; Attend parades and honor holidays With decorations and fun spots to meet, Like the old coffee shop or ice cream bar. The highlight of our city- old Broadway- When times were simple- city pride was loved. Fast forward fifty years- my heart is sad. A vision now of ruins it's become. What stores are left- now draped with iron gates, Or since abandoned, left in disrepair. Apartment windows gape like hollow eyes, And litter paves the entrances and curbs. Not good to walk the streets- daytime or night. Glories to ruins- Broadway has become; Now blights the memory of simple days- When the community clutched love and pride.