Going back is not the same
The babies are now all grown men
The shops have changed, staff rearranged
Paths motorways, don't go again
The elderly have all passed on
Those teeny little plants have gone
Small houses all doubled in size
That stupid child now worldly-wise
The tall flowers when you're a child
Are gardens buried in concrete
The small cafe has gone away
The restaurant where we would meet
The teens have married and grown fat
The Dads have all gone bald and old
The teens are wearing caps not hats
No skiing, it's no longer cold
Acorns tall trees, or jungles wild
And yet, some things are better now
The satnav take me to the town
I'm never lost with new nohow
The supermarket offers me
The fruits all seasons from afar
Trikes are replaced by bikes for hire
Maps, languages are on the wire
So going back is not the same
Summers are warmer, and not wetter
I need to praise and not to blame
On balance, life is so much better.
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