the back lanes

The back lanes

There are things to pick and see

Walk along it

Sometimes I feel the echo

Of a time long gone

As if the ghosts of the past

They don't want to leave

The world once they knew

The mining pond near the road

Occasionally men come to fish

They don't think of the danger

They think of the fishes to hook

They play ignorant of the past

Where dead claimed the living

Fishing on the mining pond

The drunkards at night

At the back lane the hang out

With cheap beers swallowing in sorrow

Of a time they wished they had

Looking at them sitting on the floor

They have lost the will to live

Every dollar they collect

It's back to the alcohol addiction

Taste the cheap beers forget about reality

In the night they sleep to forget

The back lanes

The dogs and cats prowl

Sometimes venturing into homes

Stealing chicken meat

Hear the owners shouting

Who cares the dogs and cats take the meat?

It's the owner's carelessness

But life moves on

The back lane the short cut to walk

Back to the ongoing traffic

The living still calculating the time

Tomorrow the shadows may smile