Treasure Island

Vera Sidhwa


Bakery


Donuts, cinamon rolls,
With white icing.
Aromas from the bakery,
Wafting.

The new bakery,
Had it's beat,
When serving,
Everything so sweet.


The bakery of old,
Was the one I had worked in,
I was told,
By a longtime friend.


That bakery worked,
With no money at all.
I worked in it with,
Hardly an money at all.


For I was a college student.

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013

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