Memory Lane
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

I don't mind
The streets of time
I walk there daily
I walk in line

With the rest of the world
In decedance curled
Hurled by the winds
Reaffired to the words

I don't care
It's everywhere
The time that flows
The time we share

With the rest of the earth
Death and rebirth
We work for whats worth
And keep walking down

The lane of memories