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Smiling Faces By Robert Stanley

Smiling faces

The floor boards are lifting the paints almost gone.
Its the place they would dance to their favorite song.
The chairs are all empty the band stand is broke.
I lean against the door frame on my tears I choke.

Old signs are hanging above on the wall.
A notice proclaiming the very last ball.
Swallows are nesting on beams up above.
Though the old folk are missing I still feel their love.

Where are the people I knew as a boy.
Those smiling faces that filled me with joy.
Banter and laughter now seem so serial.
Compared to this harsh world was any part of it real.

Fill

No longer a two step glides cross the floor.
No sign of a large crowd whose Sunday best wore.
My foot steps they echo as I walk away.
I wonder if others remember those days?