the wooden steps

The wooden steps
Reaching to the wooden door
On the sunset light rays
As shadows display

Imagine years ago
Children used to play
Running up running down
On the wooden steps

Sometimes children sat
Enjoying meals or ice cream
As the parents sat inside
Talking about mundane things

As time passed by
The children grew gone to the city
Living the wooden steps
The echo of the past

Behind the closed doors
Maybe tears could flow
Of happiness a job done
A sadness they all gone away

Into lives of their own
Only the echo of the children footsteps
Running up running down
On the wooden steps

note lawan kuda pictures in pselaseh