Seen through a lens, a sepia tinged street remains
with old deserted alleys and lanes
old memories lain asleep in dreams of flames
those past moments now only kept in picture frames
The little nic nac shop
where time eloped and sloped off
A shelf of memories, dust topped story books
rust coloured histories of old days and weary looks
Deserted towns, disused parking lots
replacement bus service long ago stopped
the tourists no longer look
at the open pages of the towns history book
No visits, in this old misfitting part of the city
no where to go to see the sights so pretty
the area marked down as a write off
these streets that time forgot
The little nic nac shop
all that remains in this dreary backdrop
no one around to see the sights or gaze on the days unseen ways
disused, mislabelled, reminders of all those yesterdays
with old deserted alleys and lanes
old memories lain asleep in dreams of flames
those past moments now only kept in picture frames
The little nic nac shop
where time eloped and sloped off
A shelf of memories, dust topped story books
rust coloured histories of old days and weary looks
Deserted towns, disused parking lots
replacement bus service long ago stopped
the tourists no longer look
at the open pages of the towns history book
No visits, in this old misfitting part of the city
no where to go to see the sights so pretty
the area marked down as a write off
these streets that time forgot
The little nic nac shop
all that remains in this dreary backdrop
no one around to see the sights or gaze on the days unseen ways
disused, mislabelled, reminders of all those yesterdays
Thanks for reading,
Peace and love
Kyle.
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