[Poem a Day] “Generational Drift”

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Of course, no town really dies as a matter of change. Development creates layers – things are built on top of other things in the spirit of other things until you’ve caught up with the times, and then you live like that until things have just sort of sped on ahead of you again. But underneath the new paint is still the old paint – no one’s bothered to get rid of that, and there’s still enough around for people to get sentimental about…

…as evidenced by ever-dramatic poets like yours truly.