I go back, good old days have gone
Babies are men, life has moved on
The shops have changed, staff rearranged
Paths motorways, are not the same
The elderly have all passed on
Those teeny cute wild flowers gone
Small houses all doubled in size
That 'stupid' child's now worldly-wise
Dahlias like sunflowers when you're small
Are gardens buried in concrete
The small cafe has gone away
Italians - kebabs in each street
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 takes me to the town
I'm never lost with new know how
The supermarket offers me
Fresh fruit 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, not wetter
In truth, I should praise and not blame
On balance, my life now's better.
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