Ode to the Mall by Darien A (TX)

Telling stories in a mall,
Adding voices to the hum,
The mighty chorus of it all,
The booming echo of the drum.

A mall is not a garden path,
Or gentle narrow stream,
Or a royal's porcelain bath,
Or a poet's dream.

Not a home for kings or queens,
Or place of glorious deeds, 
Nor place for lover's scenes,
Or place for planting seeds.

A mall is but a home of light,
Of ordinary days,
Of human noise and moments bright,
Then off along our ways.