MOSTLY STRANGERS THERE

 

The old have gone beyond,

The ones that I knew best,

And now there’s left the young,

With babies on the breast.

All strangers, one and all,

Few faces that I know,

This is my old hometown,

The place I seldom go.

The ones I babysat,

I see with balding heads,

The years have stolen them…

My familiar threads.

The small church remembered,

Is nearly just the same,

Except for a facelift,

Its memory still claim.

I see changing landscapes,

New faces on the block,

I see the passing time…

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Not even my mother,

Do I see now the same,

For time is a stealer…

And alone is to blame.

I go in memory,

To my home these days,

Where all remains the same…

And nothings’ gone ablaze.