My Hardware Store Job

My Hardware Store Job

From my pillow, I took my flight,

Once again into the night.

Alongside lamp posts, signs, and windows deep I peered.

Until I arrived where foot once trod, eyes gained youthful sight.

Within the halls of mercantile and tile, paints and toil.

I lumbered along weary in my 'yore.

T'was a place now forgotten by some,

Cluttered with streets now filled with gloom.

It was a time of gaiety and chores,

Down at one of the hardware stores.

I wondered through the aisle less stocked,

Remembering I worked there tending the floors.

I greeted those from times now fallen into the past,

With compassion, a hug and smiles that last.

Those people, those moments, the history now sublime,

Are but memories of a cherished time, coveted lives that now are mine.

Of the faintest echoes and swirling shadows,

Of my adolescence left behind.

Let me always hold them close without sorrows,

Sequestered away for me and those less blind.

By: Dan R. Fowler

for: Astrid