Twenty years have passed since
I last greeted my old town streets.
Something small, something naive, feels different,
for the children’s chuckles are no longer heard.
True that,
we’ve all gotten older,
and everything has changed.

Twenty years have passed since
I last walked into that scent.
   That aroma from the bakery has been forgotten,
as wasted there stand ruins of a memory.
True that,
time heartlessly moved ahead,
and everything has changed.

Twenty years have passed since
I last imbraced this starry night.
They seem too embarrassed to share a glance.
Perhaps that is normal, coz now I'm a stranger.
True that,
the skies have forgotten me,
everything has changed.