Memory Lane

I went down to the memory lane,

I walked through those streets again.

The sunlight hitting my face,

The summer breeze blowing at a steady pace.

The sun was warm,

The air stayed calm,

It rubbed against the blue sky as a soothing balm.

As I walked down the street,

Hundreds of faces did I meet.

Some I knew, some I didn't,

Mostly talked to a few.

The old shop selling candy at fifty pence,

Now stood broken-covered by a fence.

I looked for the old Candyman with a crooked body and a little table fan,

He was nowhere to be seen,

Sad and lost in thoughts I took the old path to the garden green.

Unlike the old times the trees were nowhere to be seen.

It was the same park alright,

Modified with the technologies the grass looked bright,

But something did not feel the same,

Like the time we used to run down there - calling each other names.

The sunset seemed different too,

Not the same as it was when music played,

And how till the dark night came-we stayed.

The houses had the same old bricks,

But now occupied by people different,

There were fences all over the once free creeks.

Men who made the cemetery old,

Were now all gone,

The same earth now had them in their hold.

It was all the same yet so different,

Or maybe it was all my imagination.

The change - Yes, it wasn't just the world,

It was me too,

I had changed too,

Just like my Memory Lane,

I realized this as I walked down the street again.