The Old Neighborhood

I walked around the old neighborhood Where my parents house once stood, But, it stands there no more To go back in time sometimes I wish I could. Across the street was the local grocery store That business my family once did adore, The owner gave us credit when we did shop I still remember inside with it's ancient decor. I still remember the old school bus stop And also after school where we got our pop, Then with the neighborhood kids we would play It all always happened after the same school bus drop. Just a couple of blocks or so away Was the church where my brother and I went to pray, Now that church has been bought It is now a rummage store today. With a smile I still remember dreams I had sought Some of them I actually caught, My life and it's memories there was learned and taught Now my house and the neighborhood is a parking lot. Randy L. McClave