Halloweens Past

There was a time when flocks of ghouls
Came to my welcoming door
For candy, cakes or popcorn balls;
But goblins come no more.

My bell won't ring this Halloween.
I'll hear no gleeful shout
From voices yelling trick or treat;
No witch or ghost about.

Six children used to live across
This self-same street from me.
They laughed that I could never guess
Whom each disguised could be.

Only adults are living now
Where children used to play.
The neighborhood has changed, it seems;
Growing older every day.

My own grandchildren used to come
To get their favorite treat.
My heart beat faster when I heard
Their little scurrying feet.

I guess they have forgotten
This once loved time in the fall.
They take my great-grandchildren
Trick or treating at the mall.

By: Joyce 10/31/06