hard times again

torn shades and broken glass,
and paint jobs sorely needed:
results of dreams that never came to pass,
signs that signs were never really heeded;
the crushed milk jugs give way
to the bleak beginning of a bleaker day,
as small town America tightens its belt,
and remembers all the feelings felt,
as yesterday fades into tomorrow,
and all around there is mostly sorrow:
black nights followed by dark days;
the shelter of sadness in so many ways:
"We're all in this together" was heard loud and clear,
and for comfort, only collective fear;
shutters shut and dogs left loose,
as small town America feels the noose,
and remembers all the dreams left behind:
as echoes echo, "oh well, nevermind,"
as echoes echo, "oh well, nevermind."

February 26, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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