#173-Mum and Dad
20/01/2018
I like getting old,
Living in a village,
The countryside close.
A grocery store,
Few shops,
Some houses, and
Nothing more.
Sprawling cities,
They leave me lost,
Looking for a hand to hold,
And help me along.
In youth I loved cities like this,
Thriving in bustling crowds,
Dreaming of a future to come.
Today I visit to be by their side,
Smiling together at the past,
Grateful for the days we still have.
Touchy