I miss the uninhabited broken brick spaces
Surrounded by uncouth grass and radiance
Serene and bucolic with no traces of grey
It was special for everyone and anytime!
I did relinquish what it has become today
No more bricks and the grass is burnt
The dark side has lost its charisma
Today it remains just another space!
I walk every day and think of those bricks
People who sat there and what they spoke
I laugh at times and cry a lot more because
The songs of innocence can’t be heard!