Poem: When I look at a map of England…

When I look at a map of England
110Of the places where I lived,
Memories roll in.
Tears prick.

The places where I lived…
My mouth turns down,
Tears prick,
For a life that is gone.

My mouth turns down,
For my youth,
Tears prick,
For heavy memories.

My youth is gone,
Life is ever-changing,
Heavy memories
Change, I try new things.

Life is ever-changing,
Let go,
Try new things,
To build a life.

We have to let go
Of memories rolling in;
To build a life,
We look at a map.

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