the old house

I remember the old house

Once I lived with my family

In those years ago

There was a pond

I used to watch two old women

Standing there pouring buckets of water

They didn't like I was there

As a young boy growing up

I didn't say anything to them

My mama said I shouldn't disturb them

They could make charms and turned me into something

So I kept my mouth and let my eyes watching

I remember the old house

The mangosteen tree I plucked fruit

And the swing to fly high

In time of hardship

The old house was sold

Leaving the memories behind

And friends were left remembering

I remember the old house

I haven't gone there to see

Maybe I should

Now I am out of my home town