( Old / MY )
When I was at home, I was in a better place
William Shakespeare
Driving back Home
These shades remind me the trees
Of mango they were
In the beautiful garden made by me
Will they be now too there?
These routes remind me of roads
With holes and holes all parts
Will my home be developed now
Or old like turned apart?
These songs remind of the tapes
Recorders used to play
Will they still sing songs
Of the reels their lay?
These bouquets remind of flowers
In my garden they blow
Who’d taken care of them
Behind us when they grow?
This car reminds me of the scooter
Of the old one we had
Would it be still there
In the garage under the hat?
There are many things here now
That reminds me of my home
Would they still be there
The almira, the rooms and phones?
Poetry Pot 