Nostalgia

Bee
A drive through an old town,
Memories of the trees where
That house is now built.
Leave a prolonged stare.

The people have grown
All throughout the years.
The changes that cause
All of these fears.

It is the "new" that
Manipulates our perspective?
For nothing stays the same
And everything is reflective.

Buildings do arise
And grass is replaced with cement.
It shows the moments that we have,
Last only for a short stint.

Life is very short.
As everyone repeats;
Yet it's all a movie
And we are in the seats.

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