Warren Friedman

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Once upon a time, in days of old that can’t be beat,

there used to be a small drug store on almost every street.

Almost every corner held this sacred little store,

let’s reminisce and go back through that single entrance door.

As we opened up the door a little bell would sound,

just to let the druggist know a customer was ‘round.

The register was on the left on top a check-out stand,

a trusty forty year old gal was readily at hand.

The candy rack was right up front with all our favorite snacks,

rock candy, skybars, candy dots on paper, licorice snaps.

Baseball cards, five cents a pack, were quite a paltry sum,

no one cared about the cards, we bought it for the gum.

Afternoon anticipation one could only guess,

what time the paper trucks would bring the daily Cleveland Press.

Men would sit upon the stools as they came in from work,

and order shakes and malts and sundaes from the soda jerk.

Young boys would come in after school to trade in all their empties,

glass bottles worth two cents apiece went extinct in the seventies.

Things like costume jewelry could be found in old glass cases,

on the shelves were old standbys like Lectric Shave for faces.

The druggist knew us all by name and all our medication,

that he delivered day or night displayed his dedication.

We loved those little pharmacies so why do you suppose,

that in the eighties one by one those stores began to close?

Could it be although we thought the owner very nice,

we simply couldn’t resist chains that offered lower price?

Or did our bosses or employers join an HMO,

and those insurance companies told us where we had to go?

And when that small apothecary hung by just a thread,

did we take our scripts to him, or go mail order instead?

Was it one-stop shopping in those mammoth discount stores,

that made the little independent close his little doors?

Are we really better off, is everything just fine,

by trading personal service for an unfriendly long line?

Do we have to tolerate an ill-mannered cashier,

do we wonder privately, “Why am I shopping here?”

Once upon a time in days of old that can’t be beat,

there used to be a small drug store on almost every street.

Almost every corner held this sacred little store,

And it shall occupy our minds and hearts forever more.

 

 

 

 


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