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Who Will Remember The Death Of The Five And Dime

Poetry By: Stormbird Throneshaker
Poetry


Poem written 03/11/2012


Submitted:Mar 11, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


While sitting there in your chair you're gazing out the window

at the light in the night from that brand new sign

You were rich and famous or though you once was

now you ask yourself how you could have been so blind.

You've worked yourself hard into a nursing home

while everything that you've worked so hard for

has been torn down and parted out to new bloods

or tossed in the ocean to wash up on another shore.

They give you all they've got and someone else takes it

when you're to old to stand up and defend it any more

And when you're dead and gone who will remember

what the wind blew away of the treasures you had stored.

All that stands on the land where your mansion stood

is a parking lot full of automobiles and shopping carts

The business that you worked all those years to build up

was cleared away for the brand new super Wal-Mart.

Your sons sold out and moved away to start another venture

while your daughter works now behind the checkout line

They come to visit and it makes you so hot and boiling mad

When all they talk about's the passing of your five and dime.

While sitting there in your chair you're gazing out the window

at the light in the night from that brand new sign

You were rich and famous or though you once was

now you ask yourself how you could have been so blind.

You've worked yourself hard into a nursing home

while everything that you've worked so hard for

has been torn down and parted out to new bloods

or tossed in the ocean to wash up on another shore.

They give you all they've got and someone else takes it

when you're to old to stand up and defend it any more

And when you're dead and gone who will remember

what the wind blew away of the treasures you had stored.

They give you all they've got and someone else takes it

when you're to old to stand up and defend it any more

And when you're dead and gone who will remember

what the wind blew away of the treasures you had stored.





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