going back to
old places is depressing
your childhood friend
is dead
and the river where you
bathed
has become another
foul smelling canal
you walk some more
and no one remembers you
anymore
the woman who cooked for
the family
died as a spinster
the church is still alive
but the bell has been changed
the one you can hear now
is pretty
dumb and dull
sounding like you
who insists that
there is something
there still worth
coming back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem