My Pretty City's Memories Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

All my city's pretty remembrances Are stored permanently In my mind For ever and ever, but I am always faraway from it For many, many reasons... There were many things and There were many figures too... I loved all of its pretty alleys And I loved all of its old ruins... There were my old friends whom We spent very good times... There were our games which We used to play together... There were those old houses Which were replaced by new buildings... There were that Rock of Suicide Which is still in its place, There were many sea-shores which Are replaced now by many new villas... There were our old schools In which we studied together... There were our loved ones who Passed away for ever and ever, but Their good memories are still in our minds... There were those Hide-and-Seek and Many good games which we played together... I have a lot of things about my pretty city's Memories, but I dare not to say more Simply because I want to go to bed... ______________________________________________________________________