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The Universe of Neighborhoods
The Universe of Neighborhoods
David J Walker
At this point
All thoughts of the future are laughable
As we gather and laugh a lot as affable
Senior citizens everyone
The glory days are long gone
but relived
Wednesday afternoons
at the tavern
where the beer is cold and the
old men bold
retelling
The old jokes as if they were new
(In low voices of course, times have changed you know)
To the many who are gone
we raise our mugs
In remembrance
And drink to them
whom we loved
To those girls and boys from the same
Universe neighborhood noise
of a low rent
Inner city society all its own
Where we atone for our sins but
Still grin as we toast our beers
and remember them
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