How about we head homewards?
See if any of the old haunts still exist.
Perhaps they will feel colder now
Than on our yesterdays.
What’s your fancy? Going homewards
To see if we would feel part of whatever.
Look at the faces peering from
Old or new net curtains.
Let’s go home and stand around as we did
When we were kids.
Remember those long summer nights
Hopefully those old, childish streets will welcome us.
They might not even be there,
Torn down, rebuilt into a modern slum.
Hope not. I want the memories to be alive.
Old neighbours to say 'hi are you?
Are you staying awhile?
It would be sad to be a stranger in the town
Where we went to school.
Now we’re here.
Leaning once more against the lamp post.
Who’s that waving over there?
Why it’s Shelia! Though might not be.
That old dear has grey hair.
Though, come to think of it, so have we.
How things have changed.
Let's jump a plane and go home.
Last time we left we hadn't the bus fare.
Old times best left behind.