through the ages

Through the Ages I'm back in the streets of my childhood no, there is no fanfare I have lived long in a place with warmer hearts Here, where I was born, I feel foreign  so much so I'm not sure if I remember another child's life 1948, when bleakness was white  I nevertheless saw a green soot between the house in a crack, it had been rain but I could smell spring At that time, a man of twenty-eight was regarded as too old to get married Those who made it to sixty-five were  interviewed by the local paper and asked how come he reached this age We played with an empty bottle of booze wondered if it had a secret hidden from us, because the adults behaved funny after drinking its liquid, sometimes men fought, and women screamed. The house where five families lived  in poverty, has been modernized and is now an office building, do the new occupiers sense the smell of poverty emitting from walls I cut the shackles and fled, but my memories often drive me back like it or not, most of my generation has died out, they were too modest to appear in history books