Nostalgia Poem by Hannington Mumo

The old joys are all scattered:
The warm company of siblings and mom and dad

Is forever gone, and the old joys are no more.
How I miss the times of yore!

Alone I live in this lone town,
With funds short and all sweet emotions down;
I walk along desolate streets and past ominous shops,
Dead are my youthful cravings, and expired my childish hopes!

I miss the sweet hymns that dad sung,
I long for the sweet smell of the earth that our hoes dung;
Where are the sheep and goats we used to tender,
And the all-present snakes we used to abhor?

Times change and so do the world occupants,
The old bow out and in come new entrants;
Dad is to heaven gone and mom is old,
And I'm entrapped in want of gold.

Heavens guard this my sweet nostalgia,
Let it not mutate into a biting dementia!