As far as I remember

this is the same old town.

These blissful faces

never did change their frown.

Narrow streets I walked

as a child in glee.

Not knowing! Buildings would pop up

like frogs jumping to flee.

For the wind of change

it has come and gone.

New times it has brought

And things to think upon.

I am that gleeful child

feeling that wind on my face.

I forever remain

Moving a step, a pace.