The same stores, across town Were dying; shortly, They will come back to life by Moving out of the past and Into the Pastels
Your favorite little place, that so few people knew about. Somebody’s small business. A place that always felt like home. You noticed things there, of course. When the floor started looking a little dirtier. When it took a little longer to get service, or those occasions when what you always liked to get there wasn’t … Continue reading "The Dirt In Our Choices"
If that door never opens It’s locked for good one day; And dreams, and jobs, and memories Just up and go away That door is watched here, daily. They count the times it swings: And if the number gets too low, They’re on to other things Then one day, we want choices, But all of … Continue reading "That Door"