The Mall Poem by Nick krakana

There is a mall in your town
Were people go just to walk around
Wandering here... wandering there
Spending their money without a care

The ways of old are not found here
Save for the seniors who sit and stare

It is a meeting place for all to be
Mothers with children running free
Teenagers giggle as life goes by
Not thinking of tomorrow or reasons why

Watching children float their balloons on by
Keys jingle and jangle...
Thinking of the car...
Parked out in the mangle

Different shoes go click and clack
Following along on this concert track

These are the faces that I see
Caught in this concert sea
Where life rolls by at a steady crawl
In this place called the mall

Nick Krakana Sr.

Timmins Square
March 11th 2007