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A solitary few dirt roads remain in the town of my youth

I was in this town recently, errands of adulthood had brought me there

I found myself on one such unpaved street when this thought came-

"I am much like this road, empty and undriven."

I of course had absentmindedly taken an alternate route

Deviating from my intended path and ended up on the road

Upon becoming aware of my surroundings a fog of reminiscence filled my soul

With a mist of melancholy and yearning for the peaceful simplicity of youth

Oddly this caused me to have a reaction like unto panic

To this I instinctually quickened my pace to my once home

Where I once could run to my mother when I was afraid

I beheld the yard I grew up in, scanned the cemetery of my boyhood

And just like my mother can no longer pick me up in the comfort of her arms

So too that place and my fond memories can no longer console me.