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