My sister and I decided
To visit our childhood home.
But we discovered, to our shock,
That all that we once knew, was gone.
Our primary school was razed,
The neighbourhood had gone to seed.
Some strangers lived in our old house,
Our former garden was just weeds.
Some things are best left as memories,
To bring a smile to your face.
Time alters and erodes away
What was, for us, a special place.
And so, a trusted girl friend
Told me to lay you gently down
And grieve the way it could have been,
Embrace sweet early memories all around.
This nostalgic poem reminds me of my childhood; our old family home is now demolished. Like you, all I have now is precious memories.
Thank you, Michael. So often our feelings/thoughts are in freeze-frame mode, but Time marches on, relentlessly. I hope that you still have photos of your old family home. I do, of mine.
Time, memories and changes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you, Edward Kofi, for reading and commenting. Time won't let things remain the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you can't go back into the past, for all of that is gone, but happy thoughts and memories will forever linger on.
Sometimes we become wistful and nostalgic for the old memories, until something new and happy comes along to replace the old. We need to keep creating new happy memories, continually. Thank you, Louis, for commenting.