The Village of Dreams

The village Why is the village so beautiful tonight? Why do I find the old cottage across the road enchanting? Telling a story of a life lived in contentment even if the people who lived were poor just now that I`m leaving and I will not be coming back. My living room used to be a stable I can see the mule smell it too, munching straws accepting its destiny. Why should I long for the past I had no part of? The village is a part of me it is ingrained can I ever be happy anywhere else. I will not give in to my sentimental feeling the new life might be better although I can`t see how this is because I`m old want things to stay the same but it is impossible, nevertheless my time here will stay in my heart and I have the option to return