Take Me There
Take me back to the times of old
When people were shy
Not so cold
When a tip of your hat
And a smile
Bid a good day
When people came by
With a welcome to
The neighborhood pie
When I heard the
Laughter of the
Children
Playing outside
And the
Helms Bakery truck
Passing by
And my milk
Was fresh and
Delivered
Each morning
I miss it
I miss the
Closeness
Of people