Faded Memories

Train___Station

She rode the train back to her hometown

It rained that day, puddles all around

It had been years since she left this sweet place

She wondered if anyone would remember her face

In her head were pictures of an idyllic past

When life seemed so perfect, good times appeared to last

When manners were for certain and doors unlocked

life was as solid as a grandfather clock

She left the station and walked down empty streets

Looking for anyone to hello and greet

Much to her chagrin the town had up and died

Nothing was familiar and she began to cry

Faded old memories and a few rusty signs

Was all there was left of this mythical time

She boarded the train and shut the small door

Of faded old memories and all its lost lore

 

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2 comments

  1. MyStoriesWithMusic · 29 Days Ago

    Well written! ๐Ÿ™‚ Makes me think of the start of a story ๐Ÿ˜Š

    Like

  2. Roland Umphrey · 17 Days Ago

    John you have probably described many folks’ hometowns. They return after a number of years to find the town they spent their childhood in no longer exists. Reminds me a lot of Denison.

    Liked by 1 person

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