#105-A part of me
13/11/2017
Summer passed,
Autumn arrived,
And as winter nears,
I’ll fly away from here…
– – – – – –
Looking down,
I see the building where I worked,
And the old narrow streets,
I once called home:
Walking late at night,
Trying to forget time.
Soon I’ll say goodbye,
Not to the city,
But a part of life,
That’s not coming back.
Leaving is sad,
But growing old, nice.
Memories last,
And I’ll come back,
To relive them many more times…
