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Home is no longer Home…
by Ed Matlack → (All Poetry by Ed Matlack)
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Sea Isle City is but a shell of its former self...is that progress...not to me...!e


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While the beach is still there,

That at least in the end is fair,

But home is of what I care,

Yes the town is still of course there,

But the camaraderie & friendship,

That did once exist, is gone,

My home is but a shell of its former existence,

And it does of me for the future scare…

No longer does one hear,

The sounds of children playing near,

I rarely even see kids outside,

Maybe its me, maybe it’s the times,

Most of them now even to school need a ride…

We all walked to school way back when,

No matter the distance, no matter the weather,

Even when we were quite young, to school we walked,

That’s when we with friends talked…

So few families in town anymore,

Moving instead to communities offshore,

Property on the island worth in the millions,

To keep cool on the boardwalk they don’t anymore even

build pavilions…

 

 

© ed ~$~ 1/20/09


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Reviewed on January 22, 2009
JOISEY - YEP! WOT USTER BE AIN' NO MO! In fact - USTA DIED!

USTA is buried right smack dab next to COMMON SENSE! They wuz really a nice couple, but thru the years SHE ate two many JELLY DONUTZ, n' got really wide and heavy - then, HE took to the BOTTLE - drinkin' n' carouzin' up at the crack of DAWN, or EOS, as sum callz 'er -

Anywayz, jus' like FRANKIE and JOHNNY, he DUN her wrong, so's she up n' SHOT his too-timin' ARSE, then committed HAREY-CAREY wif a 2-ton case of TWINKIES.

YEP, like SEA ISLE CITY - them wuz the good ole daze, Their two kids, REMORSE and DEPRESSION, are now in a foster-care home up in the ghetto area of ATLANTIC CITY, scrubbin' floorz n' toiletz for a mere stipend of B&B -

"The Tide is High and I'm Movin' On ... Movin' On ..."
"I'm gonna be your number One ..."

HOME - USTA be - Where the Heart is - NOW - jus' a Hat-Hangin' Place ...

PIECE - Tom.




Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
Reviewed on January 22, 2009
we continue to loose much in the name of progress-i long for some of what is lost as well

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
I think the more advance the technologies, the less the children socialize with their friends. Nowadays, children seem to spend all their spare time in front of the TV or in front of the computers playing video games rather than to go out to play balls, or soccer, or baseball with their friends. It's a totally new generation that is led by the advancement of the technologies.

Sad indeed!!!...for many of them lack social skill.

Sandie Angel :o(

Reviewed by Lois Christensen
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
Even people near me in thie apt. house cannot fulfill my needs. I have to find them myself. People are all into themselves and barely care about others not more. They don't want to hear about other;s family or grandkids. People are dense and very into themselves these days. God did not want it that way, I am sure. You are right on with the truth in these words you posted and people are realizing it is never the same anymore no matter where you live as the Good Old Days are gone, Poof.

Reviewed by Felix Perry
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
You can never go back to your roots and find what we left behind in reality but it is always there if we shut our eyes and drift back through our memories.

fee

Reviewed by Rose Rideout
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
I guess thats what they mean when they say times are a changing Ed. I haven't been back to my home in years and the last time I was there I had to visit people I knew at the graveyard. Yes Times they have changed. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by m j hollingshead
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
ah progress

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
It is a sad reality in this dumbing down alienated society. Very rarely do you find a sense of community anymore, even on your own block. It's why Michele and I are planning on moving to Brookings on the southern Oregon coast. At least people talk to one another there and offer to help if there's a need.
One of your best writes Ed - you're growing.
Richard

Reviewed on January 21, 2009
Ed~!

Applause!! Applause!! Well-stated and penned!!


Best always,

Lance

Reviewed by Walt Hardester
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
Well stated Ed.

~W~

Reviewed by Linda Law
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
Part of this story is that we are becoming "relics" as the world changes and progresses with the times. We tend to remember how it used to be as happier times, but I wonder...were we happy then? Just that when we look back, it just was better and easier, and perhaps we didn't appreciate it then either... Times change, and if we don't keep up with the pace we fall back... The sadness however; is that what you describe is the result...progress... high tech takes over...and it's happening faster than ever!!! Good write Ed... just keep smiling and writing.. hugs, lindalaw

Reviewed by Bonnie May
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
Everythings changed in this world of ours and it changed so much since we were young. The sad part is it wasn't for the good when our children were safe to and from school...so sad a write Ed but maybe just maybe if we start reaching out to our neighbors they might reach back. Well done write. Love and hugs, Bonnie

Reviewed on January 21, 2009
It's the times, Ed, it's nothing you have done. All over America, small town familiarity has been scared out of us. Burleson is growing faster than the town can keep up; no one knows their neighbors anymore. And that's sad, to those of us who remember ... a powerful reflection, my (((friend))). I'm sorry things aren't going well. Keeping you in prayer,

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on January 21, 2009
I rarely even see kids outside,

Maybe its me, maybe it’s the times,

Most of them now even to school need a ride…



Another truly sad aspect of our nation today, brother; and one of the reasons today's kids are becoming so obese. They ride everywhere, and they sit at home for hour upon hour, playing computer games.



Get Out There, America - and Start Walkin Again! (And pick up some trash while you're out there.)



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