THE CHICAGO WAY
I pen now of days of ultimate charm……
Of walking at midnight with no fear of harm.
When days were heaven, not a living hell.
When riding downtown was safe, on the Chicago El.
The Chicago Theatre, so amazingly glorious.
We went at twelve yrers old,with no fear, just curious!
Actors or actresses, we met at the stage door.
Could this young poetess have asked for anything more?
Restaurants with sparkling glassware, upon
glistening white tablecloths
Before the days of self service,sleazy, plastic
fork and knife haunts.
Days we more than glady got dressed up, to
And not one soul in torn jeans and sneakers
could be found!
Marshall Field was indeed, the department store
In their restaurant, the Walnut Room,in silver bowls,
ate nuts in green-minted ice cream.
My heart weeps for the city, as I knew it once,
so beautifully was.
The Chicago Police once respected, now lose their
lives, buried with honor in their white gloves.
Five hundred Chicagoans lost their lives, just alone
this last year.
A city of bullets, that ring past innocent citizens ears.
filled at midnight, with great fear!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022