Sad Little Town
There's a "For Sale" sign on the little old feed store
Can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see,
Just next door to the pale yellow country store
With a bicycle propped near the door, that everyone leaves be
The siding on the garage is fading in the Texas sun
Since the highway passed by the town,
There wasn't any need for one
So the once bustling garage slowly falls down
This little town is down on its luck
but I love this little town with all of its flaws unadorned
For it's forlorn hope, it's spirit and it's pluck
and because I'm pretty sure, It is all we could afford.
This is my 900th post and almost my 5th year blog anniversary. What better way than to post a "we can afford that" poem.
Disclaimer: I am not a poet. If you for any reason have believed otherwise please let me dissuade now. If I can't persuade you I'm fairly sure that the above poem has done the job.