Wandering the corridors of memory
Seeking the footsteps long faded
The streets of our childhood
The people of our youth

The bushes have been cleared
New plants have now sprouted
The roads have been paved
And houses freshly painted

The past has been broken down
And rebuilt for the future
Lost is it that once was
Moments precious, every day.

Over the layer of newness
Below the splendid pavement
I strive to find the old signs
That we had left behind

Our yesterdays, our life,
Chipped and shaped anew
The familiar paths, buried,
Beneath the burden of Today.