Monday, February 11, 2013

living in the village



Once living in the village
Luxury of life wasn't in the cup
It was the friendship blossomed
Among the village bumpkins

Those were years gone
The echo just rings in the mind
Of the village friends I knew
They are just a distance memory

The religious festivals
The opera shows and music
The crowd were there
The dreams of our youth

The heat of summer
The free going life
It all came crushing down
When it was developed

Into the jungle of concrete
Tall buildings and shops
The footprints of the village
It was buried in our minds

The goodbyes
The separate ways
The friendship was in the village
In the years we hardly met any more

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