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