It's All Happening at the

Paul and Art knew half the score:

It’s also at the grocery store.

Folks come here to buy their bread,

while others come to sell, instead.

I’ve done both, but do you know,

I also come to watch the show!

Lovers stroll while choosing meats.

Young children beg their folks for treats.

Teens admire their first heart throbs,

while working at their first real jobs.

Babies caterwaul and scream,

while frazzled moms pick out ice cream.

After all the selling’s done

and when the patrons all are gone,

grocery stores will settle down.

But still they work to feed the town:

Shelves to stock and floors to sweep,

a grocery store gets little sleep.

Copyright ©2019, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.