Once Upon A Home Poem by Bill Cantrell

Once upon a time there was an oasis,
Yes, a home,
where all found refreshing friends
Beautiful palms drank from inkwells
of of inspiration and wonder
Sure, there were trolls as there still is,
But we tolerated their silliness
This oasis was fun and comments were
posted as often as we would give

Every town changes with time,
yet still, there are things that remain,
as we cherish our heritage

Here, I see nothing but a ghost town
No joy,
no interest on the part on the homeowners,
whomever they may be?

I still see a few footprints of a few friends,
Yet, one by one, the wind sweeps them clean
Though the wind blew me away,
I kept returning, only to see the waters fouled

Oh how I miss the day of humble beginnings
Maybe one day,
no, who am I fooling? ,
better to say
I miss the old days