I plan to go back to my hometown someday,
Down near The Rio Grande where I used to play.
There's so many things that I want to go see,
Like my old street there that meant so much to me.
Growing up and leaving everything behind;
There must have been something bad wrong with my mind.
As I look back now so few were those old days,
Wished I had never taken to the highways.
Even though I left town back then and moved on,
My memories never left - I'm the one gone.
Bobby Beddoe Copyright; 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem