lifeRecently I went for a walk
to a place where
I left my tracks almost
half a century ago.
Things had changed
but not for the better.
Even on damp and dreary days then
the place held a warmth
that welcome you there.
Now it was desolate and unwelcome.
The changes were caustic
no warmth there anymore.
Progress had made it bleak.
A place where loneliness gathers
and surrounds everyone that enters.
The joyous voices
of young and old alike
gone from there forever.
If this was progress
then they could keep it.
No wonder why not many
venture to leave their tracks
there anymore.
All because someone's thoughts
were in reverse.
19 January 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem