Not As I Remembered

 Not As I Remembered  I went back to where I've beenbut nothing was like it was back thenthe old oak tree, was still there the ground under it still bareinitials of my first love, still shownthe tree had tried to heal, the cut as it had grownbut I had cut it deepforever there for it to keep the old house was still therebeen vandalized and striped baresign on the door, condemned by the cityfunny how I remembered it so prettythen I realize, it isn't much worst, than it was back thenit's not what I remembered it had beentime had faded those memories that are sadand enhanced the good times I hadnow when I think about that shack, in a far away cityI remember my old friends and a house so pretty                             copyright 5-17-00 hippiepoet69