Back home
Walked 'round the town where I was born and bred
Places changed, friends gone, some dead,
Fading ghosts of streets that were home to me
Where I'd played as a child, young and fancy-free
The glow of the smiles that used to be
On the faces of friends I knew.
Wraiths of ships built on the river there
Faint echoes of their horns on the misty air
Phantom shades of men, faces lined with care,
Walking over the bridge back home.
Felt the spirit of a kiss from my first flame pass by
Caught the light of that dancing twinkle in her eye
The whisper’d breath of love that would never ever die
'Neath green trees where bright sunlight played
Moving on without tears or a backward glance,
Time calls 'All change!' in its onward dance.
New day, new face, new place, new chance
Now turns all too quickly into Then
A long time since it's been that way
Such a long, long time - yet only yesterday
Isobel
Thu 18th Aug 2011 21:33
It's hard going back to places you were young in. I try not to do it - it just stirs up too much. It does make for great poetry though - I enjoyed this John. x