Recently, I paid a casual visit <br />To a reputable confectionery store, <br />And I observed the anxious patrons <br />As they looked the goodies o'er. <br /> <br />I saw them make their choices <br />And it took me back to the day <br />When I, too, was standing near the counter <br />In the store owned by the widower Ray. <br /> <br />I stared in vague indecision <br />At all the goodies on display <br />And tapped my hand on the counter <br />In a nervous and strange way. <br /> <br /> <br />At the clerk's helpful suggestions <br />I could only remain silent and gape, <br />And I still remained indecisive <br />As to what goodies I would take. <br /> <br />Buying procedures in a changing world <br />Is the watchword of today, <br />But patrons are basically the same <br />In habits and selecting goodies their way. <br /> <br />Though I may still be indecisive <br />While looking at goodies by the score, <br />A display of tried goodies still remain <br />In the reputable confectionery store.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confectionery-store/
