The Times Are Changing
This was our your favorite place as a child.
You rode your bike up and down the old root covered path.
It was a place of tranquility.
Now this place of you childhood has been changed.
All that is there now are condos and housing units.
What was once a root covered path is now unforgiving asphalt.
Instead of tranquility a new feeling resides here.
Hate and sorrow is now felt.
Hate for the people that did this to your getaway.
Sorrow for the loss of an old home.
But this is the way of our world.
We destroy the things we love.
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