My world is changing,
The roads where I lived and walked as a child are now marked with yellow lines, double and single.
I don’t dare park on the double yellows, but maybe I could park on the single yellow lines?
But maybe not? I am not sure at all!
Where are the signs which tell me whether I can or can’t?
I can’t see them, yet such lines are all the way up the road.
Once you could park anywhere. Now student halls of residence and cars are everywhere!
The leaves are blowing like the autumn of my life, but it’s a while since I have been here.
A leafy suburb, crowded by young students and cars.
What are they studying and where will it get them?
It didn’t get me very far, but then I wasn’t willing to completely sell my soul. That’s the thing about the young.
Many of them are willing to sell to the highest bidder!