the streets of memory

as I walk streets of my childhood For the one last time the picture show of the past plays inside my mind as I reminisce about the time when I wore a younger man's clothes It`s so easy to grieve for what once was once while walking along the streets of memory past this one last time whether I use to wander aimlessly or with purposeful insight to me it mattered not as it was a time of innocence and a time of childhood exuberance I now think how these days shaped my future and how quickly the present became the past but for now this last time I walk these streets water welling in my eyes a tourist of my childhood with only memories walking by my side