Suppose you often think of your first hometown
And the old streets you often did walk up and down
Before the yearn for to travel to places elsewhere
On your quest for adventure in the big World out there
The children you played with as a girl or a boy
In memory bring back to you moments of joy
You wonder about them where they might be today
Some of them in the first hometown did stay
And found love and their children to adults did raise
In far away cities and towns they will not end their last days
And others in distant cities and towns will live out their time
Far from where they lived in their physical prime
And some of the children with that you did play
In cemeteries in their last resting spot lay
The life story of everyone it is not told
And some born to life do not live to grow old
Suppose you often think of your first homeplace
Where your's used to be a well known face
And where to many you would be a stranger today
But good memories die hard as the wise one does say.
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