Have you ever felt like bursting into tears
As you thought of old friends you had not seen for years
And the familiar streets you often walked up and down
When you were a young man in the far away town?
You wonder where they now might be people you used to know
In the place where into a young man you did grow
Perhaps they are ageing and showing time's decay
In the town you were raised in from here far away
Where is she nowadays your first love of eighteen?
Many years have gone by since her you have last seen
Her hair brown as a ripe chestnut her eyes blue as a sloe
Memories of her beauty with you from decades ago
And the years have left you looking weary and gray
Many miles from the streets of the town far away.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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