The Good Old Days

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.