Sometimes when I walk around Shrewsbury i think for one moment I am still in Southend on sea, Or Hockley where I was born, maybe similar path looks the same..
Different Paths the same
I walked along the road
It is a different pa
But sometimes it feels just the same
As paths I’ve walked before
There are the trees
The cars
The houses
The people passing by
It could be any road
But one I’ve already walked…
Deja vu
Does it come to you
As you walk along your path
The same things to do
The same things to do
The same things to say
But this path is different
Come what may
The bird flew over
The bird flew over
Many miles away
And there I saw it again
On my fence today!
No matter where I be
Whether in country
Or in town
In my casual clothes
Or even a posh gown
Different roads
And different folks
But it all just feels the same
Nothing is really different
In this lifelong game
Rosy’s Prose 