Neighborhood Gone

families lived
the houses in a row
nobody moved
stay forever

school mates
from little
to tall
had the dream
make it big

house was home
factory work
done by all
grass
neat and nice
pride in living
sunday car wash
wax it too
do it again
come Monday

jobs get scarce
bills pile up
all touched
where to turn
bad times coming
we closing sign
all our life
now all gone

move away
leave the house
dreams have died
banker knocks
want it back
no one home
keys on table

path of tears
leads away
family breaks
on their own
neighborhood
dies
no one to care
house on fire
none to save

dust wind
blows down the street
garbage litter
at the curb
once proud people
shuffle away

grandparents warned
could happen
words so true
couldn't be right
end of the world
depression again