September 28th

I went back to my house, I went back in time

I went back to those days of happiness sublime

I went back to when those summers stood still

I went back for warmth but felt the winter chill

I wanted to see children playing like we’d done

I wanted to see my Dad garden-bathing in the sun

I hoped that they’d be waiting just for me

But in my mind is where they'll always be

I went back to the place where I learnt to kick a ball

I went back to where I sat after a major bike fall

I went back to where I played and where I came of age

I went back but time has turned another page

The houses are all still standing but some a little worn

The fields in which we’d run are now bereft of corn

The trees which we’d to climb don't appear to as high

The road is a broken grey, the blues gone from the sky

The gardens where it all began, when we planted all our wishes

Has been overtaken by parked cars and stilted satellite dishes

Why don't the children kick the ball the way that we once did

Why was there no sign of life, no running laughing kid?

Have we all grown up too fast and grown in to alienation

Or were they staying indoors on their mates Playstation

Things have changed where I grew up, playing seemed to stop

No more footballs on top green for passing cars to pop

No more children on their bikes or kicking through the leaves

No more jumping from fences and swinging through the trees

I was there this afternoon, popped back just for the day

I wanted to knock on someone’s door, and ask them out to play