Whatever Became Of Saint Louis?

Whatever became of Saint Louis, Missouri U.S.A.? It's not the same! Her magic's gone and all her beauty. The Gate to the west is now all that is left; arching supreme. There were once days when the melodies of Joplin's Maple Leaf Rag and the Pineapple too rang out of the Rose Room. The moaning strains of Blues crept into our ears but those were years when I wasn't here. Somehow describing the present of nightmares and gloom. The city was named for the Sun King that gleemed nevertheless deserted from the creative spirit it once had. Now it's hard to feel what those old days were like. Back then came the sounds of Ragtime's ivory choruses but they have somehow disappeared, so sad and depressing. We've forgotten our culture's voices of singing souls so touching and caressing. Saint Louis has lost her dream! If it wasn't her music merry we had Mark Twain and his yarns of the Mississippi and Huckleberry expressing the style of our unique way of living with our wide-eyed naivety. Friendly and social and with humility we carried the weight of our community. The days of Showboat and Handy's songs will stay in our America's memories. The days of our private thoughts have faded for security's aim for naught. It truly does alarm me to see what is now Avenue Delmar Our value system has failed Business has prevailed Our culture is devoured by Hollywood video games with a tempation of abscence of thinking. As well as our sense of virtue is terribly sinking. The question is simply is there truly no one to blame? Today is an echo from the past Reveling our liberated state of mind as we are filling in the dots to a logical aim. The question will always linger how this perdicament came. Swallowing the magical atmosphere with her evening stars. How long with her misery last? Whatever became of sweet Saint Louis? I often ponder with my face twisted with a grimace so aghast. Perhaps it has fallen to a pack of greedy opportunists.