Memory Lane
Through the mist and pouring rain
I went for a stroll down memory lane
I covered old ground, damp and rotten
Where I kept treading over what I wished I'd forgotten
A familiar smell as I passed the trees
Whisked me away on a summer's breeze
Then a haunting voice echoed through my ears
Dredging up my darkest fears
I ran away down a narrow street
Hiding from those I didn't want to meet
Then at the street corner I saw a light
And basked in childhood memories bright
Some doors were closed but I stepped inside
Others I closed, which were left open wide
Then I heard something distant from over yonder
Which lured me back, no more time to ponder
I realised that I must make haste
Then felt tiny arms around my waist
I was glad to be home, remind me, never again
To go wandering off down memory lane.