Robert M. Simmons  

from Morning in Middleborough... (Poems 1991-2006)    

            The Mansions of Main Street

The castles of Cornwall rose from the ground

with lofty towers that reached for the sky.

Inside their walls lords and ladies were found

whose courtly ideals reached equally high.

The mansions of Main Street had turrets too

and nobles inside with visions of grace,

but time does not spare the good or the true,

and they have departed this fleeting place.

Inside the walls now live doubt and despair,

cynical people who live for the day,

leaving these bastions in sad disrepair,

and turning their backs on history’s sway.

The mansions of Main Street faithfully stand,

faded reminders of thoughts that were grand.

                                    © 2003 by Robert M. Simmons

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The Mansions of Main Street