Gone are the days
Of mud pies
That childhood imaginations
Turned into clay ashtrays
Carefully painted
In gaudy colors
By my neighborhood friend
And I
We were entrepreneurs
Out to make our fortunes
At age six
Elegy
The End of an Enterprise
Gone are the days
Of mud pies
That childhood imaginations
Turned into clay ashtrays
Carefully painted
In gaudy colors
By my neighborhood friend
And I
We were entrepreneurs
Out to make our fortunes
At age six
Elegy
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 