one shouldn't forget

village sunset klang by sherrieberrie84

It will come a time
The children have to leave home
Into the future
Of course never forget the root

Back home
A place growing up
Remembering some childhood pranks
And friends, relatives and neighbors

Yet life isn't moulded this way
You have to spread your wings
Flying to where you make your day
Though don't forget your root
It is where you came

Of course one shouldn't forget parents
In older age knowing the eyes grey
Hardship and labor lines on foreheads
Hands plough the field counting the years
Visit as you as like with passion....
Otherwise give a call pray for them
For good health seeing family multiply

I know what it feels like
Going home isn't what it would be
I lived in a kampong life those years long gone
I enjoyed it while it last now only memories

I had traveled on working
K.L. Pahang, Kedah, Johore, Penang,and Langkawi
I hardly gone home though I dont find it any more
The olden days had gone muchrooming houses and complexes
Crushing the old theme rising up the modern rays

Klang Valley is such a congested and traffic jamming scenes
I hardly like to drive down visiting home................
It is never the same any more
So I plonk myself in Perak
Less traffic easy to live life

Yet in my mind
I never forget the kampong I came
The footprints I had though now in memories
My mother a bit cranky on old age
Well...this is life!