Poem: Places Change

 

What happened to the places we used to go,
All ramshackle and overgrown,
Or refurbished and now unknown,
The places that helped make my life,
Where dogs were walked,
Knees first skinned,
Dogs passed on and hazards removed,
Things left to decline, some improved.
Places change, as do we.
All events consigned to distant hazy memory.

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