My past is like a community
With different routes
Having their own story to tell.
Taking a walk
Down the street of childhood days.
The cheerful laughter of children
Running around the street unclad
Without fear of falling.
Taking a left turn
Into the street where
A pin drop is as loud as an explosion.
The times where there was a vacant seat
Close to me for years
But no one stopped by to chat.
Memories! Still fresh in my head
Like a bread that was just baked.
They'll forever remain fresh
For they're the key
To unlocking my future.
©goodluck
G