THE CORNER STORE
I watched the old test patterns when they ran them late at night By Sandy Lee (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Hypnotized I heard the anthem, as the final closing rite
It was all so new and magical, and I was just a kid
But it’s one of many memories of the things that I once did!
I had a bike that Santa brought me, one my folks could not afford
And the world became a bigger place, on those wheels that I adored
But I never had a skateboard, no computer or I pod
Just a family I could count on, and no question there was God
A block where kids still played outside after street lights had been lit
And new clothes called “handy me downs”, that sometimes even fit!
A mom that didn't work at all, and made us homemade bread
And a dad we didn't argue with, just heeded what he said
But with all the wonders in my world, the one I miss the most
Is the building round the corner, underneath the old light post
Russ tiny little store, on the corner of the block
Far enough to be adventure, close enough that we could walk.
And somehow within its framework, though it really was quite small
We could meet our friends, buy groceries, and the owner knew us all
If your mom needed something, you could charge it till payday
We could buy a penny candy before we went to play.
Yes, the world is very different, from the one I used to know
And the neighbors aren't as friendly as they were so long ago
Now our food and clothes and medicines, plus good gosh a whole lot more
Come from the local Wal-Mart, not the friendly corner store