what do they think

what do they think

A Poem by ABG 2.0

is this where the grandmother sat ...


what do they think

what do they think as they drive by
and see this relic of times past

is it only a tired, ratty old chair that has seen better days
or is it witness to labors of yesteryear

did the man of the house sit here every evening smoking a cigarette
while nursing a cold pbr

or is this where the grandmother sat with the child in her lap
giving the comfort the mother couldn't

is this where the children lounged about playing make believe
and this was but their throne

is this record of those that once lived 
much as the furnishing well past their youth

had lived past usefulness

what do they think when they drive by

© 2017 ABG 2.0

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Do they see the ghosts and the memories? A few will- probably poets. The beauty of age, decay, reclamation by nature. Spirits that rest peacefully. Beautifully written and illustrated. Amazing impact. Great.

Posted 1 Year Ago

ABG 2.0

1 Year Ago

thank you
it is such as this place that one does find such inspiration
I, too, think the decor can have as much to say as the occupants. I really liked this. Great job with the pictures.

Posted 1 Year Ago

ABG 2.0

1 Year Ago

the old saying ...
a picture is worth a thousand words is so true
and a thousand words.. read more
Nice wrote old times in carved in human history. We can listen and we can read. We can relate in one breath.

Posted 1 Year Ago

ABG 2.0

1 Year Ago

thanks for stopping in my friend
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These old places tell rich stories to those who take the time to stop, feel and listen.
Well done as always, my friend!

Posted 1 Year Ago

ABG 2.0

1 Year Ago

i have driven by this house more times than i can count
and each time i slowed my way to see.. read more

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Added on June 21, 2017
Last Updated on June 21, 2017


ABG 2.0
ABG 2.0

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