In memory takes me to my childhood far away
In our many games in the park of the town
We laughed as we chased the football up and down
I often wonder where those i played childhood games with might be today
Perhaps some of them where the deceased are does lay
And some of them are ageing migrants like me
With only their memories of the what used to be
The laughter of children is a joy to hear
To an ageing migrant who is walking near
To where they are playing such a beautiful sound
Where laughter is joy does abound
On a beautiful sunny evening in November in the southern Spring
The flies and bees buzzing and Nature's birds sing
And the laughter of children as they do play
Reminds me of my own childhood in a place far away
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