he lobs like a grenade,
that’s what they call this place now.

But, who are they, I ask,
and why so slander our home
of twenty years?

Simple. Everybody knows,
crime and crowding.
Twenty years is a long time,
things change.

Of course, things change,
time passes, things change.
But, is it all bad?
Some change is good.

Police reports don’t lie,
and neither does traffic.
Cops can barely keep up,
and roads can’t at all.

Look at all the new houses, new retail.
Where are the new roads,
new parks, public transportation?

Okay, I get it,
Some change is hard on a place,
Sometimes good change lags.

Still, Manassty? Too hard.
Manasstic? Too Pollyanna.
I prefer to be part of the solution
Rather than a chronic complainer.

Good luck with that.
Who will listen?
Who will care?
This place has gone to the dogs.

Bow wow.
This dog will stay home
And keep barking
To get people to listen
To get people to care.

You’re hopeless.

No, just hopeful.

About stevenddorsey

I have been an avid writer for as long as I can remember. I enjoy composing poetry, lyrics, children's books and fiction for young adults. I have traveled the world extensively in my 25+ year career as an International Development professional and executive. I have lived in Europe, Latin America, and Africa. I speak Spanish and French. I married Rachel Miltimore in 1985. We have five children and five grandchildren. We currently live in Manassas, Virginia. We enjoy writing children's books together.
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