the golden days, back
in the last century,
when you moved into a
new neighborhood
people greeted you,
waved and said hi.
they brought you a tuna
casserole and invited you
to the block party
in July. they asked if
you needed anything,
they gave you their names
and phone numbers,
introduced you to their
children and dog.
they pointed up the street
to where they lived
and said things like
stop by any time.
you became friends,
friends for life.
the doors were never locked.
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