Little Understood

When I was just a kid, this was
The height of elegance;
My parents took their three kids here
And dined

And now I’m back in this old place
By dint of random chance:
It’s faded, slightly, but it’s still
Refined

I little understood, back then,
Just what it must have meant;
My parents did not throw money
Around

We take what we are given
As a grant when we are young;
Just part of life, like food or air
Or ground

And parents never know, when they
Set out to give a gift,
Which of the many treasures they’ve
Amassed

Will mean the most to kids, who tend
To take it all in stride;
But now, I finally understand
At last

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