The Street

The street looks the same

As it did two years ago.

But it is not the same.

The leaves have left the trees

As the water left the clouds

And the whisper of the stories

Are simply blown around.

The children that once played

Now run away with fear

And the only things that stayed

Are the empty cans of beer.

Even the feet that head that way

Hold someone not the same

As the sun sets on another day

That street will remain

But it is not the same.

The street symbolises the changes

One has in oneself after years