I made a visit to my old street
No one I know was there to meet
Some trees I’d climbed, I found still there
Green tops now higher in the air

At my old house I then did stop
and lo, no sign of Mom and Pop
Our cats and dogs, our youth sublime
stolen by a thief called time

It takes from us at clockwork speed
all those we love and those we need
and finds us wanting for the past
while knowing what is now can’t last