Walked the path over once   again

On the street   I  lived   long time ago

The air was familiar, also the sounds around  

Remind me of the times of  a  distant past  

Pondered to think of what we spoke  

When hand in hand we  wandered  past,

In   shades of dim lit lamps   we sat

Stiff frilled caps on waiters   waved        

The   attendants in a line all white   

Part take  silently to dainty treat   

The sweet aroma of beans   brewed    

Coffee   on white   table clothes laundered afresh       

From   fountains   clear   cool waters   gush     

The sound of  gurgling water stream     

Only to be drowned   like a dream

To the ways, the tantrums  of the youth  

It echoes in  ears, so distinct and clear

But like paper boats in streams the dreams  were torn 

Though  I knew not what  it is to be then… 

To   love and   to part with a broken heart!

But memories stir of that distant past

Once again when I walk the path 

J.K. Roseline