Tattered and Torn

“Tattered and torn are the signs that declared that the circus is coming to town – signs stapled to utility poles and on the sides of an old barn, signs faded by time and worn by the rain and the sun.  All were once colorful and new, and the images and the words upon them brought joy to many a child’s heart. 

Faded memories of the events of a childhood now past, remnants of a simpler time and a very different world.  Buildings that were once new and magnificent now stand silent with broken windows and boarded doors, and they slowly crumble and surrender to the grass and the vines that encompass them about.  Things once so new and anticipated now stand as decaying memorials to a world passed by.  Only the old remember certain joys and happy times, for generation gives way to generation and the old is tossed aside like a new toy when something better takes its place. 

The wind blows upon the old sign declaring that the circus is coming to town, and it is torn from the old post and is carried away, and as it tumbles through the air another memory fades away and is no more.  The wind remains, for the wind is time and the wind is change, and the wind carries away the memories and the memorials of a simpler time and a simpler life.”