Memory Lane

Through the mist and pouring rain

I went for a stroll down memory lane

I covered old ground, damp and rotten

Where I kept treading over what I wished I'd forgotten 

A familiar smell as I passed the trees

Whisked me away on a summer's breeze

Then a haunting voice echoed through my ears

Dredging up my darkest fears

I ran away down a narrow street

Hiding from those I didn't want to meet

Then at the street corner I saw a light

And basked in childhood memories bright

Some doors were closed but I stepped inside

Others I closed, which were left open wide

Then I heard something distant from over yonder

Which lured me back, no more time to ponder

I realised that I must make haste

Then felt tiny arms around my waist

I was glad to be home, remind me, never again

To go wandering off down memory lane.