When out for a short country drive,
My wife and I, us two,
We passed a quaint small family store,
I used to love to view.
Some items my grandparents used,
When life was not so rushed,
Serenity and calmness felt
And life was somewhat hushed.
It housed some items I recall
Were in my parents home,
And ‘round the aisles I used to love
To wander and to roam.
Howe’er, my love for this store type,
Has dwindled some, I'll share,
There are too many newer stock
I don’t think should be there.
For NOW, as I walk ‘round the aisles
Their 'older' stock perusing,
There’s growing content of their wares,
That I, remember using.
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