Walking by an old abandoned building <br />That once housed a penny candy store, <br />I envisioned all the wide-eyed children <br />As they gazed at the display of candy galore. <br /> <br />I was saddened by the closure, <br />And it took me back to the days of yore <br />When I, too, was spending my pennies <br />At the neighborhood's penny candy store. <br /> <br />As a youngster, I stared in disbelief <br />At all the candy unsurpassed <br />And often rubbed my fingers unconsciously on <br />The counter top of highly polished glass. <br /> <br />At the proprietor's helpful suggestion <br />I would only remain silent and gape. <br />The variety of candy caused me to be uncertain <br />As to what penny candy I would take. <br /> <br />What a thrill to have a penny in my hand? <br />It is a feeling that I still cherish today. <br />I was able to go to the penny candy store <br />To select and buy candy my own way. <br /> <br />Though I may still be indecisive at times <br />While viewing the niceties by the score, <br />The thoughts of time tried candy still remain <br />From the old, neighborhood candy store.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-penny-candy-store/
