In The Old Town Far Away

He has traveled in distant places from his beloved hometown
And worked with many races of black and white and brown
But in his flights of fancy he hears the babbling rill
That flows down through the high fields near the old town by the hill
He often hear the skylark when he does visualize
Up from a clump of rushes he watches the small brown bird rise
He keeps on getting tinier as upwards he does fly
And he can hear him carolling a small speck in the sky
He can picture his erstwhile friends in the old town far away
With laughter in their faces they have not aged a day
With them he drunk and he made merry and with them he played football
And he visualize them as they were they have not changed at all
But he knows the reality is different like him they must look old and gray
For they are now grandfathers in the old town far away.