Saturdays

Walking througH the bakery

I’m the only one

WhO feels the tears coming on

 

Knowing it will be the last time

That I walk through these aisleS

To pick out my little delights

 

The sadness of knowing

What it will mean for the clerk

Who I don’t know but am attached to

Because she represents

A piecE of my Saturdays

On the way to my new favorite place

 

Walking through the bakery

We stock up on sweetS

But it's something so much more than that

It’s 18,000 people

Who aren’t going back to work

Who are unemployed this Christmas Eve

 

It’s an iconic brand

That’s part of so many childhoodS

That won’t be around anymore

 

Little cakes that made my day

Just a little bit sweeter

I never thought I’d see a giant fall