HER BOOK OF POETRIES

THE NEIGHBORHOOD

ෆ::

It's always lively,
And it's pretty lovely.
The laughter sounds like roars,
With them, it's never a bore.

The stories from each other,
Too long until the flowers wither.
Every day, new play.
No barriers, we're family anyway.

The kids running around the place.
They look happy, smiles carved on their face.
Dogs barking and chasing them,
So fun, they'll look like a team.

Then it faded after a small argument,
Gates arrived and those memories are buried in the cement.
Kids are isolated away from me,
And I thought of the happy memory.

Will it be back? Or never will be?
What went wrong? We were just happy.
Those times we share stories and things and foods,
Now, if just a quiet neighborhood.

::