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 a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. 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. laurie27wsmith says:

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


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