My Old Neighborhood a Poem by Danny P. Barbare

Barbare

 

My Old Neighborhood

Home
is
different,
not
so
blond.

but
it
is
the
same.

It
is
just
seen
in
different
colors
and
sizes
like
clothes.

Nothing
is
wrong
with
change.

It
remains
like
the
cold
or
warm
flowing
stream.

 

 

Danny P. Barbare lives and grew up in Greenville SC.

 

 

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