My dear friend’s it is a sad day I fear

Enough to bring forth a sigh and a tear

Some seven decades have now come and gone

And time has not been kind to our previous home

The streets are in a state of major disarray

The houses collapsing from mold and decay

The street lights stand dim, leaning and broken

The language of our times is no longer spoken

The rooms of old PHS have crumbled to dust

Only memories remain and in those we must trust

The laughter that once filled the long busy halls

Can no longer be heard behind now invisible walls

Cars with waving friends once roamed the wide streets

Now ghosts of times past are all that one meets

Crumbling sidewalks leading to nowhere run hither and yon

Homes where we lived in our youth now vacant or gone

One of the pleasures of old age… if one can be found

Is to return to your roots with its familiar sights and sounds

But alas this for us is not meant to be

For our proud home has vanished midst a pile of debris

But maybe to return in one’s mind is not all that bad

  To remember the fun and good times we once had

Young faces full of life, all proud gremlins to be sure

In a simpler time which the years can never obscure

So sit down in your rockers sons and daughters of PHS

Lean back, close your eyes and prepare to regress

It’s a sunny summer day in the grand town of Planeview

And precious memories are waiting for all to renew

©Copyright April 2010 Charlie Gragg