The American Dream

Detroit streets (634x382)

Windowless facades gape
With saddened eyes

Cracked sidewalks
Hopscotch and hope
Remnants of yesterday
Once vibrant streets vacant
Life but whispers on the wind

Weed filled lots
Host rusted skeletons
That slumber there

 Trees, like old friends
Embrace the decay
Cast dappled shade
Upon what was

 The American dream


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to The American Dream

  1. every dream dies with the dawn – a sad but poignant truth


  2. I can’t press “like.” It’s too well written but depressing and sad.


  3. A great piece here Bob. Houses decaying because of greedy bankers and bad management. Sad.


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