i take a walk, down a country road
that knew my then footsteps
and i notice
the new house where the bull once stood,
and my inability to remember
where the abandoned well was
so perfectly hidden in the tall weeds
just for me to know
and this home
sprung up, that one boarded up
the pond dried up by drought, and
the big oak gone where once
i took my shade
life was younger then
and cares belonged to the
banker in town and those
that owed him blood
it's still the same road
though the bridge is new
and not crossing it
can't bring the old iron one back
i smile to what i remember
but try not to curse what i see
so it is with old friends
and long ago roads
