Post by pegesus on Feb 14, 2012 16:26:32 GMT -5
driving through the streets of our little town...between the river and the hills
i gaze from my passenger window and wonder...so many buildings empty
so many homes hanging their heads...people rushing from here to there
almost as if they didnt want to feel the pain...or see their ram-shackled homes
then i'll spy one that tries to freshen their world with flowers and a flamingo
but mostly i realize this is such a poor town...with so much pride in who they are
there is an opposite side few will see...our favorite little buffet joint
catering to us old folk...the people there cater to us with care and a smile
i see a different world here...where money isnt the rule of the day
where people talk to you...know your name when they greet you...treat you like family
there is respect for your privacy...they arent overbearing...nor forceful
these have become my people...the quiet ones...the accepting ones
this is my home...where money is not the world...life is appreciated and enjoyed
we all seem to be in the same boat...struggling to make ends meet...yet always there
something the big cities seem to lack...too many people crowding the streets
too many trying to keep up with the jones...but who do the jones keep up with
my home...with a lot more to it than run down houses and businesses
there's the river to watch and enjoy...the changing of the trees every season
there's the fog rolling in from the hill tops in the morning...and the winters
where the snow clings to the trees and the world becomes silent with awe
i dont think i would have chosen someplace else to be...i have my serenity here
i have my solitude...i can write my words and tell their stories and never know their names
but i know their lives...they are poor folks...but they are proud folks who care about me
and so i care about them...i dont want them to change...i dont want to lose the simple life