Few of them I left behind,
Few friends are sunshine;
My homeland, the known terrain,
My old home is still kind,
Every Closet is filled with memories,
Some enormous and few secret stories;
Those young souls are old now, I never saw them grow somehow; Now when I look at life, It engages and always divides, The old house has mysterious eyes, Jingle, tinkle, rattle, clink… Continuous…the boat of Life.
