Home Run

Home Run

The trees grew fast and so are the people
so long a time since i last visited
the melting pot of my soul is special
my pillar and the light reunited
i thank the holidays that brought me here
the winds of time reshaped my neighborhood
my childhood buddies coke turned into beer
some of them had an early fatherhood
once our lone cat had multiplied to four
never did the grass surrendered to me
and the rusted gates wither to the core
these changes are true and pleasant to see
for it is not everyday i come here
its good to see again, my people dear