Have you seen it lately?
That old dilapidated barn that
stood along that winding gravel
road when you were a kid.
That old barn that years before
was painted bright red, but when
you played there it was weathered
gray and no longer housed the
summer hay. It leaned a little
more with each passing day.
You use to romp and play
in its loft with your closest
friend Billy Joe…
Cowboys, Indians and
pirates too and secret
places only you and he
would know.
Now all these years have passed,
and Billy Joe never came home
from that far away Asian shore,
and no one plays in that old
dilapidated barn anymore.
The other day after all this time,
I drove down that old gravel road
and lo and behold there still standing
was that old dilapidated barn, many
boards were missing and its giant doors
were gone but within those dilapidated
walls my childhood memories still
live on.