I often lose my way in the big city,
and then, I miss home
the good old way I knew very well.
I miss not using google map, because I know my way
I miss, if lost, asking for directions,
How all would offer to help,
They know their city damn well,
No body is a tourist there....
I miss going to work, knowing so much is waiting,
I miss the history I shared with them all:
Here is someone I refused once to help,
and there is a colleague who didn't like my provoking posts..
I miss walking the familiar roads
There in the university gardens with my only friend
Whine together how hard our job was!!
I miss my way back home,
The familiar noise of the youngest ones,
fighting over the remote,
I miss all the old ways of the world,
Where nothing sounds good, but I knew it perfectly well.