In a time not so distant, in a neighborhood glance,
Lay a kingdom of cassettes in a whimsical dance.
Blockbuster, the beacon, where dreams were on lease,
With its blue and yellow sign, a visual peace.
Rows upon rows of adventures untold,
Genres and stories, bold and old.
A haven for seekers, a treasure chest grand,
"Be Kind, Rewind," the gentle command.
The touch of the plastic, a tangible joy,
Each VHS cassette, a precious toy.
The crackle of popcorn, a snack to pair,
With nights of magic, floating in air.
But time, relentless, in its endless march,
Brought digital waves to our neighborhood arch.
The glow of the screens dimmed our dear store,
Till the tapes and the laughter were no more.
Yet, in vivid memories, the store still stands,
A testament to entertainment's hands.
Blockbuster, in essence, a relic of time,
Whispering tales in a nostalgic rhyme.
So here's to the moments, the joy, and the rewind,
To the neighborhood store that was one of a kind.
Though the era has passed, and the lights have dimmed low,
The spirit of Blockbuster will forever glow.
By Greg McNeilly
